The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

I'm such a guy right now. Everything she just said, I pictured with a side of sex. Meet my limits? Break me? Girl, you wish you could. I'd rock your whole bland little homeless world.

“It's best not to be ashamed of a body that heals itself with such beauty.”

“One night with me would never be enough for you, Decker,” she breathes into my ear.

We're both losing this game, and I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but I've never loved losing more.

“How can you be possessive of something that isn't yours?” Because you will be mine. You just don't know it yet.

But fear quickly stamps that anticipation as I eye the school bus full of children he thinks he's driving into me.

Lake Decker made love to me. He doesn't need to fuck me. I've successfully found a way to fuck myself.

“If you even for a second think you're gonna run, know I'll chase you. I'll chase until you're mine,” he whispers, grabbing my wrists and placing them on both sides of the headrest, making me fall forward into him again. “I'll catch you when you're slippin’.” He leans forward to capture my lips, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking it tenderly before releasing it. “And you'll love every bit of getting caught.”