badly it hurts. My throat is so dry I feel like I have something
wedged in it. My chest is on fire because I can’t seem to catch
my breath.
“Can you take off yours?” Her lips wobble and the
request comes out funny. Slightly like a challenge. I always
did like a challenge.
I work mine off and toss it to the floor beside Steph’s. I
didn’t anticipate that this would happen, since I thought Tildy
was spending the night, so I have on a white sports bra. Not
pretty, but comfortable enough.
“Holy shit that looks complicated,” Steph rasps.
“It’s not.” In two seconds flat, I have it off, tossed to
the floor as well.
Steph’s eyes get big. And dark. I can’t say this is how I
fantasized about this moment, but it’s here and we’re semi-
naked and it’s perfect just the way it is.
I take Steph’s hand and lead her to the bedroom, in an
effort to be romantic. I do feel slightly self-conscious that the
apartment must feel small and cheap after her house, but of
course, Steph doesn’t even notice any of the furniture, which
is the set I had growing up with since my parents told me to
take it with me when I moved out. It’s a nice set. One they
spent good money on since it’s oak, but now it’s outdated. I
have a lot of memories of my room at my parent’s house, and
this set was part of that. I wouldn’t want to change it.
Steph doesn’t see the two dressers, the tall one and the
shorter one with the mirror. She doesn’t see the two matching
nightstands. I did splurge on a brand new bed when I moved in
here, since I couldn’t keep sleeping in a freaking captain’s bed
my whole adult life The queen mattress is firm, since I can