Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

“Fuck off, asshole!” “No, you fuck off.” “Eat shit and rot!” God, I love New York City.

Ha-HA! In your face, Chad. Take that. Eat it. And gag. Yup. Freaking gag.

“Anyway, that night, she became the Serial Zipper.” Serial Zipper? How on earth did he come up with that nickname that quickly?

“He likes Nerds Clusters.” “He does.” “I like Nerds Clusters.” “You do.”

“You did. I’ll be sure to avoid friendship with him at all costs.” “Such a good husband.”

And then, in the creepiest voice I think I’ve ever heard, a voice that will haunt me in my dreams until the day I die, she says, “Come out, come out wherever you are. We’re ready to play with you.”

“That is not a smoke detector. That is an electronic device. I can sense it.” “Yeah, and I can sense that you’re losing it.”

Fuck me. Fuck fucking me. I’m turned on. I’m hard. I’m now desperate for more.

“I don’t know if you could. Have you ever gone without underwear?” “Uh, yeah, every night. I don’t sleep with underwear on, so…eat that.” “I’d love to fucking eat you,” he says and pops a piece of cheese in his mouth. “I didn’t say ‘eat me.’ I said ‘eat that.’” “I know. I heard you.”

“Trust me, with my Pips wearing that shirt today, the anticipation is already there.” My Pips. Did he really just say “my Pips”? I think he did.

I stop her and say, “Scottie, you don’t have to⁠—” “Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do. I need your cock in my mouth.” Well, I’m not going to stop her when she says shit like that.

“Wilder, you have to stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” he asks, still grinning. He hasn’t stopped grinning since we left the lake. “Like you’re going to take me back to that spot at the lake and do…things.” “Yeah, well, don’t fucking tempt me. You made me a man back there.”

“And who do you plan on checking that bucket list item off with?” She smirks up at me. “Was hoping with my fake husband.” “Damn right.”

I turn to her. “Scottie, are we…are we meant to be?” She chuckles and says, “I think we might be.”