“When did this start?” The second I smelled sugar cookies and heard your nervous voice when I opened my door two months ago? Licking my chlorinated lips, I swallow, unsure why I shoot for honesty. “A few weeks ago.” “A few weeks ago? And you didn’t tell me?” “I thought…maybe it’d go away.” “Riley, you should have said something! How often does it happen?” I want to laugh at the irony. He was worried about me drowning. The only thing I’m in danger of drowning in is him. Catching my breath, I confess, “Whenever I’m near you. Whenever you touch me.”
