Phoenix:
I rolled my eyes when I heard the familiar tapping on my window. Tonight, he was in his human form.
The face across the window glass had a childlike excitement. Was I the reason for this excitement?
No, Phoenix. Don't go there. He is here because he hasn't fu*cked you yet.
Oh, come on. Why can't I think something positive?
I opened the window but didn't move aside.
"Are you planning to stare at me, keeping me standing here?" He poked his finger in my shoulder, which I held, and pushed it out.
"You should go," I said with a smile to lessen the blow, but he didn't seem to take it to his heart.
"Why?" Just a simple question. No ego drama.
"Because," I placed my finger on his forehead, "I need to sleep tonight.
"Huh," now there was concern on his face, "So what were you doing when I was staying with you?" he then leaned in with a suspicious look, "Were you self-pleasuring yourself, thinking of me?"
I slapped his shoulder, "Get lost."
