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Back at the apartment, Alex cleaned up the DVDs
scattered across the living room floor. They smell like him,he thought, catching a whiff of Jamie’s fresh scent as he closed
the glass door of the entertainment center. I didn’t want to let
him in and he’s already there, already inside me and everything he
touches becomes a part of him. Everything here has a little of him
in it and I’ll never stop thinking of him now.But was that
necessarily such a bad thing? Alex didn’t really think so
anymore.
Upstairs he shook the blankets out in an effort to straighten
the bed. As the sheets settled over the length of the mattress,
Alex caught a glimpse of blue beneath the covers. It was Jamie’s
bandanna, fallen from his head when he burrowed into the sheets.
The fabric was impossibly soft between Alex’s fingers, worn from
years of use. A sick part of him wanted to rub the bandanna in
places he wanted Jamie to touch, but he couldn’t do that, he