I seem unable to move forward. I saw the way he held his shoulders, the tension in one leg. You know, he's the bad guy that you have this great sex with, then you wise up and move on. He was alive, and I wanted him to stay that way.
The illusion? I made it a question. I wanted to hate him. When the shade of the trees that edged the church parking lot lay cool above us, I stopped and turned to Jason. I sleep with you and Micah almost every night.
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