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me.
    I twist my arm away, as gently as I can,
but he notices the discomfort.
    “ Sorry, I didn’t mean to
intrude.”
    I say nothing, only turn my head so he
doesn’t see the tear almost breaking out from me.
    Silence follows us as we walk. Trev and
Skate have since disappeared. My pace picks up and soon I’m a foot
or two ahead of him.
    The rift in the air between us is solid. I
didn’t ask for it. He didn’t mean to pry. It’s bullshit that my lip
is trembling. It’s bullshit that I can’t talk to him now because
I’m afraid I’ll break down in tears.
    And I know it’s because of my physical
state—that I’m dead-tired, and famished. I know I’m not like this
usually, that I have it mostly under control on good
days.
    Savva . Patryk.
    I try to explain this, but my lips are frozen by terrible
memories. Wind sings across my ears like a banshee howling the
approach of death.
    The bitch of it all—the absolute crummer of it—is that I actually wanted
to give him my number. I wanted to tell him to come by and maybe we
could drink coffee or a beer or something. I saw him checking me
out all night. All night. He’d
be worth at least one good hook-up.
    Maybe more? I’m not so good with boys, but, yeah,
probably more.
    Damn it!
    “ We’re here,” I hear him say from behind
me.
    I see Trev and Skate inside a desolate
parking lot which is surrounded by a chain fence.
    It’s now or never. I have to tell him it’s OK
while we’re still alone.
    I have to—
    I can’t talk. Somehow I have to fix
this —
    I stop. I turn and snatch his forearm. I
look over at Trev. He
seems to have a sixth sense about something happening here. He
grabs Skate by the nape of the neck and starts wrestling him down
like little boys at a schoolyard, effectively giving me and Declan
some “privacy.” Or as good as it can get.
    My chin trembles.
    Oh god I can’t believe I’m
about to do this... But
I can’t talk now. All I could do is...
    I stretch my hand up to behind Declan’s
neck— damn
he’s tall! —and pull him
down.
    He goes with it. His arms wrap around the
small of my back.
    O ur lips meet.
    Our tongues touch.
    Before I know it, he’s dragged me left—away from any possible
view of his friends—and rams me up against a concrete
wall.
    H e pushes up against me, pressing at me with his
crotch.
    And suddenly I’m awake.
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    The wind picks up, rushes at me
from the left. My hair
swings all over my face and gets in between our lips. It also wraps
itself around his head. My eyes flutter back. My skin freezes up
and I shiver, but inside...a fire burns.
    I try pull him closer, which is just not
possible. My head’s up against a concrete slab of a wall and he’s
pushing harder and harder so that even the back of my ass
hurts.
    My eyes are half open, his are
closed. The way he
kisses me is passionate. Needful .
    He wants me , I think. He wants me more than air.
    A million thoughts howl through my mind.
Buffalos on a stampede. It’s the J train rattling the rafters on
Broadway Junction. It’s TNT. Hard House. This had meant to be just
a sign to let him know, Hey, it’s cool, I saw you checking me out. This is
just to let you know I’m interested...maybe . And what it turned out to be—
    He bites my lower lip, licks it. His hands
are all over my tank, side and back. And then they’re on my
head—his left hand on the shaved side, the other weaving through
the long side.
    His eyes are closed. Shut
tight.
    He pecks my lips. His tongue eases out,
just licks me once, then he buries his tongue in me again.
    Me? I’m lost. I’m in an ocean. I’m wrapped
in a Leddra Chapman song or Kate McGill singing indie rock at a
café with only fifty true die-hard fans, swaying and sipping
Bourbon, carried off in a cloud of intoxicating music.
    I...I’m adrift in this boy’s grip, his
smell of sweat and male cologne.
    I try kiss him back but I’m definitely the
one being kissed . It’s all
him, he’s in control of this now. I