Chapter 25

“It’s pretty amazing, right?” Mickey trailed his fingers through the sweat on my thigh.

“I think so.”

“I never stopped loving you, either.”

“Can it be something, Mickey? After tonight…like, tomorrow, and Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and 2020, can it be something?”

“I’d like that.” When Mickey pulled himself up to plop back in his seat, I prepared myself for the “but.”

“But…”

“Fuck. I knew that was coming.”

Plus, he’d hiked up his pants, only to thigh level, leaving his softening dick out, still, and all the matted, perspiration drenched hair below the waist showing. Still, I figured I’d messed everything up.

“Why can’t I just learn to shut up?”

Mickey’s caress was somewhat soothing. “It’s not so bad, though, Junk,” he said. “I don’t think it is. Slow…is all. I can’t rush feelings or big announcements…not with Violet. We see each other. You and I do, when we can. It’s not usually as easy as tonight was.”

“Dude…I’ll take what I can get.”