Page 142 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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“Is that you, Pastor Matthew?”

“Yes, my son,

and I want you

to fully comprehend

the magnitude

of your situation

and assess

your life choices,” he says.

“I just can’t with Pastor Matthew today,”

I say, covering my eyes with my hands.

“You know I’m joking,

don’t you?” says Matt.

“I’m happy for you, my little devil.”

“Of course I know you’re joking,”

I say, uncovering my eyes

and facing Matt’s handsomeness.

There’s a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’ve thought of a story idea for you.

Wanna hear it?”

“Go on,” I say, giving a green light

to whatever foolishness

is about to come out

of Matt’s magnificent mouth.

I’m excited. I’m turned on

by Matt’s playful energy right now.

I feel like kissing Obi

has awoken something in me.

We did a little more than kiss.

We got a little handsy.

I felt Obi’s swimmer’s physique:

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