Inside Me
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“How much do you really know my brother?” I asked Montana as I sat down at our lunch table with my tray. Montana waited. Porn sex You never told me anything about that and when Ean talks about it, he gets quiet and stops talking soon after.”
Montana seemed intrigued with what I was telling her about my brother. A sophomore in high school just trying to get at a guy. “I thought she wasn’t allowed to have sugar,” he asked. We couldn’t get married, we couldn’t have a family. Those tiny things, tones in voices, wording of sentences, pauses between words, facial expressions; were those things Ean used to plan everything. He said yes, even though to you, it would sound like a joking yes, I think he meant it.”
This was all way too much way too fast. Damn everything. Now I was protecting Ean from feeling too much for me. Bentlee popped up next to me without me even noticing. “Don’t worry. As we pulled into our driveway though, I noticed Ean looking into the rearview mirror and something clicked in my head. My own tired head laid gently on Ean’s arm. “Yeah, but we have to sneak up to my house to double check that my parents are gone, otherwise they’ll want to just bring us over.