Unsteady

by Peyton Corinne

Not my circus. Not my monkeys.

I licked her so she’s mine.

The girl can read chapter-long filthy sex scenes without a flinch, but tell her a boy thinks she’s pretty and she turns into a tomato.

I’m sure it looks like a Newfoundland taking a Chihuahua by the scruff.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

“And she won’t let me in.”

“And tell your little friend up there to watch her fucking back. I don’t need unbruised knuckles to skate.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to prove to you and Oliver that I’m not leaving—and honestly, I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”

“You don’t need to say anything right now, okay? I can love you enough for the both of us.”