Oh, hello there. This chapter is NSFW. It’s smut!!!!! PURE SMUTTTT. You’ve been warned! Don’t look at me like that, okay? I SAID DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!! MOM DON’T READ THIS!!!!
He makes his way into the room and shuts the door behind him. It’s dark beyond the faint light from the boat dock coming through the windows. It’s enough to make out his features but not to see the details.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
He leaves the question in the air as he walks farther into the room and turns on the small light next to the bed. The light is warm, and so he’s still cast in shadow, but I can see him a little more clearly now. He collapses on the bed in a heap, like he’s tired, and he sort of stares up at the ceiling. I’m not sure what’s going on here or what I’m supposed to do. I sit down gingerly next to him as if he’s a sleeping baby and my presence will disturb him. I’m on the very edge of the bed, still unsure, which reminds me of late nights visiting frat boys and finance bros and not quite being comfortable in the space, wanting to make myself feel smaller somehow—as if they didn’t know.
“What are you doing?” he has the nerve to ask. He must know it’s silly because he’s smiling up at me from the bed.
“What are you doing?” I counter.
He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath. I watch his chest rise and fall.
“Visiting. Friends visit, right?” That makes me feel a little more comfortable because it’s true. Friends do visit. And I have to admit it’s nice to have him here because I like seeing him. As a friend. I decide to lie down next to him and shut my eyes too. I can feel his gaze on the side of my face, but I don’t dare look.
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