—James Earl Jones AS WE PADDLE back in the darkness, the only thing I can see in front of me is the line I’ve crossed—and it’s blinding. I can still feel Colton’s lips on mine, and the want in his touch, strong and gentle at the same time. And I can hear the sound of my name, whispered on his lips. But the thing I see when I close my eyes is his face, in that moment just before that kiss. Open. Trusting. Unaware of the truths I’ve danced around, truths that feel like they’ve grown into lies now because I’ve left them unspoken for this long. We paddle in a silence that feels more tense than comfortable to me, and I wonder as we make our way over the water if Colton senses it too. When we reach the shore, I’m positive he must. He doesn’t say anything but shoots me a quick smile as we lift the kayak together and carry it, dripping and cold, over our heads to his bus. After we load it up, he reaches into his backpack and hands me a dry towel. “Here you go,” he says.
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