Suds · 27/08/2011 07:48 pm by Bron
37. With eyes like black ice. Hands like sandpaper. He slips his fingers under my shirt and holds his palm against my side. He tells me I’m fit, and I laugh. It’s bizarre, I know he wants me, and he’s so calm, the way he stares at me. We’re all dancing and I’m buzzing with happiness, I put my arms around him and we wrap ourselves in a cuddle, before I bounce around with Robby. Somehow it’s ok like this, because he kind of knows a guy we work with.
I’m trying to scout for Robby, but 37 pulls my hip and tells me he’s sure Robby does alright for himself. So we hang back, he’s sitting on a bar stool and I’m standing next to him, drinking the Jack I didn’t want but he got me anyway. And he’s just sitting there looking at me, when he asks for a kiss. So weird, calm, just like that. I laugh it off and say no. And then he asks for a hug, and I give him one.
I thought about it. Those eyes. But I know where it will end up and tonight it’s not worth starting something I don’t want to finish. He’s bi, it just feels a bit off. And there really is something unsettling about those eyes. Fucking hot, but so cold.
The night spills out onto the street, and it’s early morning. We’re all standing around, like we’re waiting for something else. And suddenly I think maybe if I leave them Robby might get a shot, so I say bye before running off laughing down the road toward home.
It’s still dark, somewhere after 4am, when Robby’s calling out knocking on my bedroom window, so I crawl out, wrap a towel around myself and let him in. I chuck on my trackies and a jumper, and convince him that we shouldn’t walk to maccas. Instead we eat ham and whack on some spring rolls. I finish off the ricota tub. And then we decide to warm up in the bath. Squeezed in head to toe, me in my bathers, him in his pink Bonds.
In the morning we go out and lie on the fronch deck. The sun is streaming down, and there is new growth starting to sprout on the moptop.
Robby says he can’t leave the volume on a prime number.
Days like this are loud and beautiful.
Divisible by one, and itself.
