Power Plays & Straight A's

Hey, I’d really love it if you created a new team so I can be close to my boyfriend and blow him on the regular. Great idea? Thanks.

Foster’s lips brush mine.
“Say it.”
And how can I not? How can I hold back something so big that it both confuses me and seems blindingly clear?
“I love you too.”
“Of course you do.” Foster’s lips find my ear. “But I loved you first.”

And for the first time ever, needing someone doesn’t feel like a weakness.

“Umm … well, how do you, like, choose if you’re a top or a bottom?”
“When the stars align with Uranus, there’s a celestial ceremony that fills us with light. If it shines out your ass, you’re a bottom. Mine kinda just flickered and died.”

“I will never say no to that.”

“Frat parties? How long did you stay?” He stares up at me defiantly.
“I’ll have you know, I lasted two drinks at one of them.”
“Whoa. I take it all back. You’re a party animal, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up. Have you sought counselling for your partying addiction?”

“Foster?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Whenever you want.”

I’ll never understand people’s discomfort with silence. Silence is my happy place. As soon as my order is up, I send her a quick smile of thanks and leave. Fast. I like people well enough, I just don’t like talking to them.