Kulti

by Mariana Zapata

I blinked some more at him, on the verge of puking and shitting myself at the same time.

Me public speaking

And then less than a year later, he did other things that I couldn’t forgive.

‘no, I met his life partner a few days ago. He’s great.’”

A gay joke…classy

But three seemed to be the one that really snuck into my chest cavity; he had asked me if I wanted to play with him. He had asked me to play. With him. Instead, he was going to play softball with me and a few of my friends. Huh.

but the fact was Reiner Kulti had sort of worried about me. How about that.

schnecke?

“The greatest kind.

“You are my best friend.”

“Dex

The morning wood tucked against his thigh.

Don’t glance at his crotch, don’t glance at his crotch. I glanced. Just real quick. “Eyes up here, Taco.”

“I came to the Pipers for you.”

was in love with this pumpernickel. God help me, I think I wanted to cry.

I missed the glance he took at my mouth. Missed the way he fisted his hand as he pried it off my shoulder. I didn’t see the look on his face when he stared at mine for a brief second.

“My schnecke. My little snail, do you know that’s what it means? It’s a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail. I don’t want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you.”

This,” he pointed between us. “This is what matters. You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream. I will protect both of you.