Steve was gone. And in the silence he left behind, I became acutely aware of all the things I’d been ignoring.
The redness of the room, the kinky s**t hanging from the walls, the fact Matthew was shirtless in my arms, the mess of his wrists, and the hot throbbing in my shoulder.
I cleared my throat—“I... I um.. don’t really know what to do now. But I stand by all that stuff I said earlier.”
Matthew stirred, tilting his head back so he could look at me, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slightly. “What stuff in particular? You said quite a lot of, ah, stuff.”
“About, you know, choices. And how you don’t have to make them right now. I mean, I guess Steve’s already made one for you. But you shouldn’t be with me just because he’s gone. You need to do what’s right for you.”
He drew
