That’s another thing we haven’t talked about. The heat wave is over, and yet here we are. Still living together. It feels a little like the straw house we built is starting to tumble. I don’t need the air conditioning, and yet I’m still here. I don’t need another job, and yet I’m still here. I don’t need to go out with Beau tonight, and yet I do. I hold him close, the wind whipping against us as we race down the highway into the city. At every stoplight, he reaches back and rubs my calf until it turns green again. And nothing about any of it feels fake.
