You sure you don’t want me to bring you back something?” Her eyes moved in the direction of his office. “A hit man? Some holy water?
He closes the door with a determined click, and I hear him call to a flight attendant, and I sink down onto the toilet seat, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands as I listen to him through the
Steve Perry versus Arnel Pineda. At his confused expression, I explain, “The guy on YouTube who gained a following for covering Journey songs…then eventually became the new lead singer for the band?
She was like a fire-cracker standing too close to a match: all potential energy, still wrapped up so neatly. He wanted to watch her explode. Hell, he was the match. He wanted to make her explode.
To her, not packing our lunches every day or joining the PTA is a feminist rallying cry.
One month flies by when you’re falling love with the woman you’re using for sex. Two is an eternity when the woman you love leaves you.
His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he’ll give sermons with that voice, whether he’ll throw down judgement with that voice.
We’re only three class sessions in and I’m already behind? And to hear it from him? This buttoned-up Bible-thumper I can’t get out of my head?
He’s not recruiting me to the oiled-up Gay Bliss Club of Northern Utah, but to the LDS Church.
I am a monster beneath him, with arching hips, an octopus with hands everywhere at once. I don’t think anything in the history of time has felt this good.
Maybe I’m crying because I’m terrified that he’s come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.
Figure out how to balance Oliver with a career you’ve wanted your whole life,” he tells me. “Because you’ll end up with neither if you think you have to choose.
Honestly, he’d said more perverted things to my face. To my boobs. Did he really think he was school-ing me in being sexy right now?Really? You’re completely unimpressed?Zzzzzzzzzzz, I wrote back.
Pity.””You’re serious? You just met me.””And already I have a strong urge to devour you.
I just want to see you come apart.”I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she’d been watching it happen for weeks.
For the first time in my life I was admitting defeat.
He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you