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Before We Left Town, Antonio Pulled Into A Strip Mall And Went In To Get Subs And Salads, Leaving Clay And Me Half Naked And Bleeding In The Car, And Cain Unconscious In The Trunk. No Wonder I Was Anxious To Get Back To Toronto. Spend Too Much Time Around These Guys And You Become A Little Too Nonchalent About Blood-soaked Clothes And Bodies In The Trunk

Still Sitting, He Reached Out And Pulled Me Toward Him. We Stayed There, Looking At Each Other, His Hand Still Wrapped In My Shirt Hem, My Heart Hammering So Hard I Was Sure He Could Hear It. When I Inched Closer, Not Wanting To Intrude, He Tugged Me In Front Of Him And I Stumbled, Half Falling Onto His Lap. I Tried To Scramble Up, Cheeks Burning, But He Pulled Me Down Onto His Knee, One Army Going Around My Waist, Tentative, As If To Say Is This Okay? It Was, Even If My Blood Pounded In My Ears So Hard I Couldn't Think.

Derek Picked The Spot? Had He Been Hoping I'd Be Blinded By The Morning Sun And Stumble Off The Edge?

If You Say ‘we’re In This Together,’ I’m Going To Hurl.

Last Time I Was Sick, The Guy I Was Seeing Brought Me A Bottle Of Ginger Ale… And Expected Me To Pay Him Back For It. ~jaime Vegas