The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

My night with Dylan in the hotel room was unlike anything I’d expected. My jock brain that's been knocked around one too many times isn't even able to process the correct verbs to describe it. She’s flipped my whole world. Spun me so much that I can't think about anything but her and the way she felt around me, the way she tastes. It's all still on the tip of my tongue, this need for more. I don't see a future where that doesn't happen between us again.