NICK
It started in my chest and moved lower, down south.
It was a physical response that my body registered before my mind could even process the threat.
I was sexually aroused. It was a biological fact that felt like a betrayal.
I sat up in bed. The room felt too small. The air felt too hot.
This is intolerable, I thought. He was in my house. He was right through that wall. And I couldn't stop thinking about the way his skin felt.
I made a decision. I did it fast, the way people make bad decisions when they are desperate.
I couldn't stay in this room. I couldn't lie here and think about the color of his eyes for another four hours.
I got dressed in the dark, grabbed my keys, and walked out.
I walked through the living room. I didn't look at the couch. "I'm going out," I said to the air. "I won't be back until morning." I didn't wait for him to answer. I walked out the door and didn't look back.
