“They’re releasing Godzilla vs. Kong soon,” I told him, kicking off my shoes. His chest rose and fell in front of me, and I gazed at all the skin my fingers hummed to touch. I balled my fists. “They’re both heroes,” he replied. “The ending will be ambiguous, Emory.” “No.” I shook my head, pulling my shirt off and dropping it to the ground. “The directors have stated there will be a clear winner.” He stared at my body, his breathing growing ragged. “What the fuck?” he griped. “Fucking writers.”
