Can't Say Goodbye

by Eden Finley

“It’s the endorphins. Sex makes me happy. Happy people want to go running.

I’m allowed to say that because he’s my brother and I love him.

“Nope. Not fair is Kit not sharing your release with me.”

It’s not my fault I went and fell in love with him. It’s his fault for being him.

If only he knew he’s telling his nephew to go have fun being fucked repeatedly by two men who are ten years older.

I’m mostly joking. Although if he were to say yes, I’d be on the next plane to wherever they are and beat them to a pulp no matter who they are.

All hellos morph into goodbyes.

Actually, it ended up not even being six months. It was five months, two weeks, and one day. Not that I was counting.

“Brady had a hookup back at the house,” Peyton says. “I saw him sneaking out the window.”

“I know we taught you to share as a child, but this takes it to a whole new level.”

“You could talk to them and see how they feel about being in a permanent thing. Hey, in that situation, who’s the bun and who’s the hot dog? Is there two hot dogs or two buns?”