strangers
I was perfectly content with sleeping on the couch last night, but I awoke and found myself being carried. He swings open his bedroom door and tosses me onto his bed. Paralyzed, I look at him and he guides me into that nook in his body where I so perfectly fit. We kiss and we hold each other like we might have cared. "We can't fuck anymore," he says bluntly. He was always like that. "We're going to be roommates now, and I don't want things to get ugly between us if (he really should mean 'when') you bring a guy home," he said matter-of-factly. I shrugged and I said "Whatever, I don't care" and I rolled my eyes and rested my head beside his. He grabbed my face and searched it for so long that I felt shy. I think he was searching my eyes for the truth. At night is the only time I ever feel like he sees me. We kiss and we caress, and despite my greater efforts we have sex like we're in love. But when the sun rose, we woke up on separate sides of the bed, and I crept out of the room hoping he didn't see a piece of my wall come
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