I wake to Luke’s flower staring down at me
from the glass on my bedside table. A ray of bright sun catches one
petal, turning the red into a brilliant hue, the color of a heart
in full bloom. I love him, I think suddenly, and because
it’s so unexpected, I know it’s true. I love that boy asleep on the
couch in the living room, love him completely, and I’ll never be
the same again. I won’t let him leave me. I wouldn’t be able to
live without him.
Stretching languidly, I feel the covers move
over my naked skin and remember the few stolen moments we shared
last night, after Kent went to bed. I remember kisses, Luke’s mouth
on mine, his hand encircling me. I remember his soft words,
breathless giggles, kisses, touches, love. Last night was
something more than all the s*x I’ve ever
