Ending It
I knock on the window of her ground-floor bedroom. The last time I did this was for s*x. We did it in her father’s tool shed, and then we parted ways.
“How’d I know you’d be back?” Ally asks.
“Can I talk to you?” I say, ignoring her opinions about why I’m here.
She steps back and removes her tank top, her only clothing now being a tight pair of shorts and a lacy b*a. “Climb on in.”
“Out here, if you don’t mind.”
The smirk on her face fades. She grabs a sweatshirt and comes outside.
“I need to talk to you. I came here to say sorry.”
“Whatever you’re sorry for, show me you’re sorry,” she says, reaching out for my chest. I gently catch her wrists.
“Ally, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t care. We can keep what we do a secret.”
“I do want to k
