Afterward, we lay there in the dark. His arm under my head. The ceiling fan clicking on every rotation.
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And here’s the part I don’t tell my mom: It was good . Not magical. Not the movies. But good in the way that makes you forget why you were scared in the first place. He was careful. Attentive. Kept asking, “You okay?” until I finally laughed and said, “Cole, I’m fine. Just shut up.” Afterward, we lay there in the dark
“Second door on the left,” he said. “But come find me after.” And Cole stopped being fun the second I
I turned my head. “Does it matter?”