What are you thinking...

       Mathew
rolled toward me and reached out drawing me to him.  I let him versus fighting it.  My back was reclined against his chest.  I remembered when he did this at the beach.  I wondered what he was thinking, like I did
then.  He played with my hair with his
free hand, rolling it around his finger and then letting it go.  I felt self conscious with Bobby there.  We were on our third beer when Bobby got up.




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