Bright sun streams in Matt’s bedroom window, striking me in the eye. It’s too early. Normally he remembers to close the curtains at night, so this doesn’t happen. I roll toward Matt, putting my back to the sun, but the warmth spreads over my neck. It’s morning. No hiding from it. The magic of the dark has been stolen, the spell of our whispered thoughts broken. What had felt perfect now feels cheapened, flawed, exposed. My body itself radiates a shameful heat that rivals the dawn.
I don’t regret what happened. Not at all. That’s the problem. I’m slipping, fast and hard. Sleeping beside Matt, letting him touch me. Wanting him.
Kermit: zero. Impure thoughts: one million.
Someday soon there will be no turning back. I’ll be lost to my sins forever. I can feel it. And I don’t know what to do.
Matt’s sound asleep still. He doesn’t notice me slip out of the bedroom.