Twist
In our little room, I rip at my soaked uniform, clawing. I can’t get it off me fast enough, can’t get away from the smell of him pressed all over it. Had he even enjoyed it? Had he even wanted that? Or had he been testing his own sense of self, riding his own lines and limits, teasing to see how far he could take it. And I’d f*****g blown it. Humping and groping like some kind of creep. I pull on a clean shirt, some sweats, but I can’t stop pacing. What had I been thinking? It’s not supposed to be like this, none of this was supposed to happen this way.
The door bangs open, and I freeze. He fills the space, dripping onto the carpet, clenching his jaw. He steps in, kicks the door shut behind him. My knees go, and I sink to the cot. He steps up in front of me, making me cringe. I’m g
