Page 186 of Glass (Crank 2)
watch. Oops. Ten fifteen.
Better get the girls to bed.
You two make yourselves at home.
Trey walks with him to the door,
pokes his head into the hall behind
him, says something I can’t quite
make out, except for the words
“alone time.” He closes the door,
dims the overhead light,
walks to me slowly. Oh, God,
he’s so impossibly fine I can’t
believe I’m here with him.
His hands cover mine, pull.
I believe you said something
about our second date?
I should say no, know I should
say no. But I don’t. “Okay.”
And then we’re on the bed,
and our clothes are off and his
body is hard and smooth
and brown. He kisses me—
full on the mouth, hard
on the mouth, and when he moves
lower, I begin to tremble. Shiver.
Suddenly I start to cry.
He stops, rests his chin on my
belly, looks into my eyes. You okay?
I nod. “It’s just…it’s been a really
long time. I don’t know if…”
He grins. It’s like riding a bike.
