My instincts were screaming at me that certain things weren’t adding up – that it suddenly seemed too good to be true. But I was too captivated to pay any heed, engrossed in my consummate bubble where everything I had wished for had materialized into reality.
Consequently, I made a terrible effort not to think of our clandestine rendezvous at the Central Metro Station as trysts, but the decadent pleasure I derived from them made me feel like I was cheating on my best friend Tiffany. A completely preposterous apprehension.
But I refused to allow myself to act like a spoilsport now that everything had finally settled. Those little stolen moments we were having together at the BJJ sessions, that slow build-up which made me connect to him, inexorably drawing us closer in a cocoon of safety a
