Good Spirits (Ghosted #1)

by B.K. Borison

I gesture at his overall person while my cheeks burn hot. The scruff. The jaw. The hair. The . . .forearms. The almost-mustache. Didn’t think that would do it for me, yet here we are.

I still feel like I don’t fit, but I’ve stopped trying to force myself into the spaces that aren’t made for me.