Page 30 of Sunday's Best

Holden

3 so far. Double dragon dick is up next

Sunday

omg do NOT read that one

Holden

And miss out on an opportunity for the weirdest boner of my life? I don’t think so

I giggle to myself like a young girl with her first crush. Has he always been this funny?

Their voices carry through the thin, metal walls. Lord help me if Logan decides to confide in his brother about my apparent lack of sex drive, when last night I dry-humped Holden to completion. It’s not a lack of wanting that’s the problem, it’s a lack of wanting someone who so clearly doesn’t want me.

Which… that’s new.

Historically, I’ve wanted men more when they treat me like dirt.

Huh.

Holden

Did more googling.

You’d love to know there are a lot of roadside cocks in Alberta.

Bummer you’re going home so we can’t stop at all of them.

Sunday

Lucky me. There’s a pair of roadside cocks outside my window right now.

Holden

Please don’t ask for a selfie with them.

My entire body shakes with laughter, rattling the beaten, battered walls of my chest. And when it stops, I’m left with an echo of unadulterated joy. I massage my cheek muscles as small, giggling aftershocks sweep through me when I think about him.

This is how it should feel, my brain whispers. This is how you should feel.

Eleven

Morning comes in pieces—adamant sunlight slicing through the crooked blinds above the kitchen sink, the coffee machine’s hiss, the sharp points of my skull scraping my brain. I drank too much and slept too little last night. We all did.

When the highway traffic slowed and the sun sank below distant mountains, we set up a Bluetooth speaker and lantern and played cards and traded stories until well after midnight. For a little while, the mess we’re all in was boxed up and hidden away, and it was easy to forget that there’s no way we’ll be able to have this normalcy long-term with the secrets we’re each carrying.

Somebody’s in the bathroom, loudly retching, and the hollow door does nothing to muffle the sound. How I slept through that is beyond me. I blink up at the off-white ceiling and reach my arms overhead for a full-body stretch just as my phone vibrates somewhere in the mess of blankets.

Holden

You alive?

Sunday

Barely.

Though I’m seemingly doing better than Logan.