He steps back from me; not that I want him to. I like when he’s close to me. I want to feel his dick against my dick. Honestly, I do. “You on drugs? Sniffing something? Taking pills? Drinking? Because if you are, I can help you. I’m your friend.”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m clean.”
He scratches his chin, perplexed because of my emotional distance from him. “Is it something to do with your family?”
Again, I shake my head. “My family’s doing great. I’ve just been quiet.”
“And distanced.”
“Maybe. But there’s no reason for it.” It’s a smooth lie, intentional. Cliff wantsme to lie to him. And I’ll do it. I will. I will. I will.Because Cliff deserves Darsey, and love.