Page 73 of Make Me Bleed
This decision I have come to.
Or at least, I think I have.
Peris and I have only texted for the last week, and it’s… amazing, actually. If not slightly crazy. He got ahold of me out of nowhere like nothing had happened, and I’m just rolling with it.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing—and I don’t think he does either—but we’re kind of just… existing in the moment, I guess, and it’s beenfun.
I drop my clothes to the floor and step into the shower. The water is scalding as it hammers down on my body, and by the time I’ve finally stepped out into the steam-filled room, my head feels a great deal clearer.
After dragging a towel over my wet body and wrapping it around my waist, I traipse through my bedroom and flop backonto my bed and scroll on my phone for a little bit, ignoring the red text icon until it becomes too much to bear.
Baby boy:
What are you doing?
Me:
Lying here…
Naked.
While I wait for a response back, I force myself up and get dressed in comfy clothes since today is a cleaning day. After hooking my music up and blaring Three Days Grace, I start in the living room with tidying up and then move on to the kitchen with the dishes from the last couple of days. By the time that’s done, my phone has vibrated twice, but I ignore it in favor of sweeping and vacuuming the floors.
When the apartment is finally cleaned and all I have left is to take my laundry to the laundromat, I open the balcony door to let the frigid fall air in to freshen the place up as I light one of my favorite scented candles—amber and musk. It reminds me of Peris, if I’m being honest, and it’s him I’m thinking of as I drop down in a chair outside and light my joint, inhaling the earthy smoke until my lungs burn.
My eyes roll back as the buzz warms my veins, and I shiver against the contrast, tucking my legs further beneath me against the cold. And that’s when my phone buzzes in my hoodie pocket for the third time.
With a smile on my face, I pull it out.
Baby boy:
Naked, really.
You’re a fucking tease, Abel.
What’re you doing today?
Me:
I’ve already got plans today, sorry.
Baby boy:
What plans?
Me:
Laundry.
Baby boy:
You’re choosing to do laundry over me?
Me:
So… you want me to do you?
Baby boy:
