“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
“You’re shaking,” Robert frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I said, “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” even though Sandra had never been nothing.
I could tell Robert wanted to say something. He’d seen me through braces and acne and a decade of pretending to be okay, and even the rub of my breasts against his bare chest wasn’t enough to turn off the reflex of friendship.
I could feel him hard against my hip, but I waited for him to decide what we were going to do—if we were going to talk about this now, or wait for morning, for coffee, for clothes, where our friendship would be clearer.
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