Chapter 8: In His Arms
Spent. In his arms. Both of us huff in exhausted states. We are sticky and sweaty, fatigued from our play. I take in the moment as if it will never happen again, recapturing a senior year of beginner’s s*x, kissing, and laughter with him. The memory is as thick as our explosions, and possibly one of the best times of my life.
Corey asks, “I have a question for you. Will you answer it?”
“It all depends what the question is.”
“It’s very personal. Are you sure?”
“I’m listening. Ask away. I promise to answer it.” I turn on my side and face him and realize for maybe the first time that I could wake up to him every morning from this day forward and be the happiest cowboy on the planet.
He fingers one of my n*****s, kisses my forehead, and asks, “You’re straight in Hi
