Page 196 of Glass (Crank 2)


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you? Let’s go upstairs, okay?

And it’s more than okay. It’s

necessary. We indulge in a taste

of the monster, losing our clothes

before we’re finished. Then I’m

back in his arms and he’s doing

those things to me again, those

things I’ve only read about before

making love with Trey. They’re real.

He takes his time, shows me new

ways to make him feel good too.

Fueled by ice, it all takes a very

long while, but finally we both

ascend about as high as two people

can. Despite the glass, we float

in a sea of exhaustion. Trey whispers,

Please stay with me tonight.

Cushioned by his arms, it occurs

to me that I’ve never actually slept

with a guy before—never had

the chance. But I love being knotted

together with him. “I’ll stay. Wait.

I have to work in the morning.”

He stirs, disappointed. [Call in

sick.] “Never mind. I’ll call in sick.”

We Drift Toward Sleep

Never quite get all the way there,

but tangled in the warmth of Trey,

I’m glad I’m semiconscious.

At some point I hear noise downstairs,

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