Page 167 of Burn Bright
Idk your coat closet didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Ben
*I* can barely fit in there.
Harriet
Motel? I could put in $50.
Ben
Save your money, Fisher. I have much higher standards for our first time.
Harriet
In the back of Harold?
Ben
I said HIGH standards.
Harriet
Oof with the Harold slander.
Ben
No offense to Harold the Honda, but he ranks below the motel. I’ll likely pull a muscle trying to maneuver you in there.
Harriet
So there will be a lot maneuvering on your end?
Ben
…yeah, what kind of sex have you had?
Harriet
The kind where *I* was doing the maneuvering.
Ben
Thank you for the visual and the urge to wring your past hookups’ necks.
Harriet
You’re welcome
Ben
I need some space to work with you. Our best bet is going to be my place. Just give me some time and I can figure out logistics. Maybe we can risk it if only one of my brothers is home…and asleep.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Ben
Tonight is a big no again. Tom won’t go to bed. He’s been up playing guitar forever. I’d think he’s cockblocking me, but he’s just hyper-fixated on his new song. I’m not sure he even knows what time it is.
