You Think We Don’t
By J.M. Snyder
He’s asleep when you knock on his door. Quietly, so the rest of us don’t hear. You wait one minute, two, almost three before you knock again. A little louder this time. Let me in.
The door opens and he blinks at you from the darkness of his hotel room. “Joaquim?” As if he isn’t sure and has to ask. He squints up at you, the light falling around your shoulders. He can’t see your face.
You push past him into the room. This isn’t the first time. Despite the girl sleeping back in your own bed, you know it won’t be the last. You need this. You tell yourself that you both need it, you need each other, and that’s why he never turns you away.
When he closes the door behind you, trapping you, your hands find his body in the dark. They know every inch of his sk
