Endlessly

Day seventeen

Breathing heavily, I straddled him, pinning his toned chest down under my small frame. My hands reached hungrily for the back of his head as our lips moved in perfect synchrony. His hand slid down my back, sending a tingling sensation through my body, and reached my butt. I had wanted this for so long. And it was even better than I expected.

At some point we fell asleep and I woke up with my head on his chest and my right leg wrapped around his. I looked up at him and we locked eyes. I couldn't read him. He seemed angry, but I didn't know why.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," he said, removing my leg from on top of his and getting out of bed.

I sat up, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders.

"Dylan, I want to know what you're thinking," I said.

"It just makes no sense, none of it does. I'm mad that I'm here and I'm mad that you're here. I'm glad we're together, but not here, not like this," he said.

"I know. I just wish we knew why," I said.

"The society, it has to connect somehow. It's the only thing we have in common," he said.

Before I could respond, the door flung open and crash heavily against the wall. It wasn't Gerald. The man was thin and tall, something about his body reminded me of a spider. His head was balding, and only a few wisps of hair covered his oval shaped head.

"You," he said, pointing a bony finger at me. "Come with me."