Crash and Burn
“Chris,” Aaron sighs, and suddenly he’s gone, rolling away from me in the darkness. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask.
What the hell just happened? is what I want to say, but I don’t. It’s been forever since we’ve shared a bed—between my new work schedule, his swing shift at the plant, and my sister coming to visit for two weeks with her young daughters in tow, this is the first moment we’ve had alone in God knows how long. I finally get him to myself, finally get him alone—we were kissing so hard my lips are sore, my tongue tingles with the taste of his, my body still feels the ghosts of his hands over my chest and legs and arms, not yet comprehending he’s pulled away.
Tentatively I reach over and run a finger down his arm. His muscles are tight and bunched beneath my touc
