  ...His bedroom was steamy hot. His thin t-shirt was too big on me and it was sticking to the tops of my thighs. The windows were open, but there was no breeze and one of those loud, buzzy junebugs kept flying at the screen again and again and again. I thought of getting up to turn the air conditioning on, but I was too tired. I wanted to smoke. I wanted to cry.
I wanted to sleep. Carter was on his back, snoring. He had a perfect twenty-five year old body. His hips were bony and those bones slid down into the sides of his underwear like smooth arrows. I took my finger and touched the skin underneath his bellybutton. He flinched a little but didn’t wake up.
I did it again. I kissed him on the mouth. He kissed me back in his sleep. I rolled over. I wanted to be there. I really wanted to be there... 
