I meet him at the pier the next day. I’ve been here before, back when Dad used to own a boat. He ended up selling it because having it was just a status thing. He hated paying for the upkeep. Besides, we normally went out on rides on Kevin’s extravagant yacht anyway.
Bennett’s face pops into mind. Neither one of us have contacted each other yet. I don’t know where to go from here. As I stand waiting for Anderson, my mind drifts back to our time together. Bennett’s face, looking at me gently, running his finger down my scar is what stands out to me the most. I don’t know why. One would think that the time we spent actually having s*x would be what I jump to first.
Maybe it is because Matt had been the only other person to see the scar. The only thing he ever said to me about it was that m
