I hugged my knees and leaned against a pine tree. The late night air didn’t move an inch. Like instead of oxygen, the air was made of chocolate syrup. Tree frogs sang sex songs one to one to one, from this end of town to the other. By the time I saw those headlights wash across the lot up on the hill, I’d near about lost control of my entire body.
“You alright?” he asked once he got closer. His smile was bright as beer neon as he swung his duffle off his shoulder. “You’re looking sort of green.”
“I … it’s the streetlight.”
With that, he folded me up in his arms. I never thought a man’s sweaty pits could smell so good. Logan kissed the top of my head and held me out at arm’s length to take a look at me. My huge, new feelings for him filled me up to the crown of my head. Any doubts I had about him staying flew out my ear right then.
“Are you sure this’ll be alright?” he said, smiling and smiling. I gave him a dozen or two smiles right back. “It’d only be for the one night. I’ll be out of your hair before the sun rises. I won’t try anything unseemly. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”
“We just can’t let my mom find out. She’d kill me. You too.”
“Where you going to stash me? Under the bed?” He linked his arm through mine. “Remember, I’m a mouse. Mice are easy.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“They require very little space.”
So I told him about the little room behind my closet.
“Sure enough,” Logan Loy said.