Forty Flash Fiction, #10

I’m Shy About These Things

Ar 2 a.m. we sat on the grass of the hotel rooftop gardens. I wanted to kiss him again and again and again, so I did. He pulled away and said, They’re people around.

There were three people, a long way off. I shrugged.

He said, I’m shy about these things.

I thought of D. who once fucked me at a crowded bar in the Castro, who said she said she’d like to do it again. D was a dominatrix, porn performer, and a friend of mine.

I took his hand and led him to a quiet place. There was no one around and there was a pretty view of the city skyline.

We kissed and he pulled away. I waited for him to say something.

We can’t have sex, he said. I’ll get too attached.

Sex wasn’t ever on the table, I said and smiled. I just want to kiss you.

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