Page 43 of Dear Mr. Brody

The beat of my heart pulsed frantic and wild in my chest, stealing my breath as I waited for his answer.

@TheL0stB0y:Two days feels like forever.

God, it did. But I had Anne tomorrow. I’d made plans to check her out early from school and take her to the zoo. Owen had gotten tickets from one of his clients and asked if he could take us. He never had time for shit like this, and I wasn’t about to cancel our plans no matter how hard up I was for sex.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I have a crazy week planned, but my Friday belongs to you.

@TheL0stB0y:I work during the day, but I’m all yours after six.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Where should we meet?

@TheL0stB0y:Someplace public. No offense. It’s safer that way for both of us.

@MeAndMyShadow33:None taken. I agree.

@MeAndMyShadow33:We could meet for drinks? There’s a pub close to my house, or if you know of a good place...

@TheL0stB0y:A pub sounds chill.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Let’s meet around eight at the Brick Store Pub.

It took him a couple of minutes to reply, and for a second, I thought he might’ve changed his mind.

@TheL0stB0y:In Decatur?

@MeAndMyShadow33:Yeah, is that too far?

@TheL0stB0y:Not at all. I looked it up, the place looks cool.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Friday then…

@TheL0stB0y:Shit just got real, didn’t it?

@MeAndMyShadow33:If you change your mind, I’ll understand.

@TheL0stB0y:I won’t change my mind.

@MeAndMyShadow33:I’m nervous.

@TheL0stB0y:I’ll be gentle.

@MeAndMyShadow33:What if I don’t want you to be…

@TheL0stB0y:Is it Friday yet?

I laughed out loud.

@MeAndMyShadow33:Two days.

@TheL0stB0y:I can’t wait.

I’d waited over fifteen years for this. Waited and wondered and wanted. And in two days, I’d finally get to know what it was like to be complete, to meet the truth inside me, because of him, in two days my entire life was about to change.

Parker

Sweaty and overheated, I opened one bleary eye to glare at my open blinds. The sun poured in, baking my sheets, and I internally cursed Marcos for being such a cheap ass. He never kept the air conditioner below seventy-six. Kicking off the blanket, I sat up and almost had a stroke when I found said roommate sitting on the edge of my bed staring at me.

“Jesus, Marcos. What the hell are you doing?”

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