Hollis

I watch Candace disappear through the still mostly leafless trees, and that thing in my chest crunches. Fuck that. I crunch it back. That was… fuck, I don’t know, a mistake. A lapse in judgment. But sleeping with her makes sense. It’s all animal. Wishing she would stay? That’s unacceptable.

Slowly, I dress. Most of my clothes are in one pile, but I tuck the cravat soaked with her saliva in my pocket. Nobody’s going to notice I’m not wearing it anymore. I’ll ...