I remembered when Cori asked if I wanted nudes of her.
I said, ‘’I don’t want to hurt you in any way, so no. It’s okay.’’
So she didn’t send me any pictures.
Later, when Kevin sent her a picture of me without my shirt on, she said, ‘’I get to see you without a shirt on. Don’t you want to see me?’’
The truth was: I wanted to. I so desperately wanted to touch her and feel her and kiss her skin. But I was afraid that the picture would get used inappropriately by someone else, or worse. I didn’t want her to get hurt.
Now, lying here with Megan in my arms, kissing her gently, using my hands to say things to her that I couldn’t say with my voice, I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d had sex with Cori, if I’d plunged into her heart and her body, knowing, touching, feeling, dreaming. I wondered if Cori cared now that Megan and I were a couple, if she cared that I was in love with Megan and Megan was in love with me. She might. I had never held Cori like I held Megan now, and I wasn’t sure if I ever planned to.
Megan’s lips pressed against my temple, softly, gentle. ‘‘If Cori find out about this, we’re going to be in serious shit.’’
I kissed her, tasting her mouth, flavoring her wishes. ‘‘Yes, we are.’’
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Looking At Us
Teen Fiction❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
