Chapter 18: Kitchen ShearsI’m in the dark. It’s early—too early. It might be close to three. I’m in Jaime’s room watching him sleep because I can’t forget what he said yesterday. Sure, we were talking about hamsters, but it was a metaphor, right? And I’m…the building? The door? I haven’t figured that out yet, but I will.
I’m in my sleep clothes because I was halfway here before I realized I was awake.
I think I know what he wants from me. I certainly know what I want from him. It feels good finally to get a handle on this situation, no matter how weak my grasp is. He confronted me, and I know that was hard for him even if he didn’t show it. He’s naked again—no boxers—I can tell because I’m looking at half of his arse, thinking about what I could do to it while I also try to dissect our c
