Chapter 5

Our bodies meshed well. “Like blocks,” he said numerous times.

We saw each other for six straight days. A Monday-through-Saturday relationship. It was romantic and simple and drama-free. It was a sexual high for the both of us. We had more sex than porn stars. It was like we were newlyweds and wouldn’t stop having sex. Day-in and day-out humping. Fucking all the time.

But it was more than just our bodies that mixed. He fell in love with me, I learned, which scared me away. And I ran. Bolted. Gone.

Now, we talk as if we have known each other for years:

“Is it true, Tim?”

“You mean the party…the quarterback…the drugs I took…and how I beat him up and almost killed him, right? All of those things.”

He nods.

I nod. I refuse to lie. “It’s all true.”

We ignore the passersby and traffic. He leans across the two-person table and rubs my chin with three fingers. “You’re adorable. You were always adorable.”

“My parents don’t think so.”

“They want you to come home.”