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Adam sighs. I can picture him rubbing his forehead. “Just
get out.”
Kenji struggles to muffle his laughter. “Damn you’re
sensitive all of a sudden, huh? Hangin’ out with a girl is
changin’ you, man—”
Adam says something I can’t hear.
The door slams shut.
I peek up from my hiding place. Adam looks embarrassed.
My cheeks go pink. I study the intricate threads of the
finely woven carpet under my feet. I touch the cloth
wallpaper and wait for him to speak. I stand up to stare out
the small square of a window only to be met by the bleak
backdrop of a broken city. I lean my forehead against the
glass.
Metal cubes are clustered together off in the distance:
compounds housing civilians wrapped in multiple layers,
trying to find refuge from the cold. A mother holding the
hand of a small child. Soldiers standing over them, still like
statues, rifles poised and ready to fire. Heaps and heaps and
heaps of trash, dangerous scraps of iron and steel glinting
on the ground. Lonely trees waving at the wind.
Adam’s hands slip around my waist.
His lips are at my ear and he says nothing at all, but I melt
until I’m a handful of hot butter dripping down his body. I
want to eat every minute of this moment.
I allow my eyes to shut against the truth outside my
window. Just for a little while.
Adam takes a deep breath and pulls me even closer. I’m
molded to the shape of his silhouette; his hands are circling
my waist and his cheek is pressed against my head. “You
feel incredible.”
I try to laugh but seem to have forgotten how. “Those are
words I never thought I’d hear.”
Adam spins me around so I’m facing him and suddenly I’m
looking and not looking at his face, I’m licked by a million