Page 142 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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you mean? Got into me how?”

We’ve been traveling at

a good clip. He slows down

now. Why did you call me?

A direct question deserves

an equally direct answer.

“I wanted to be with you.”

Well, if that’s the case …

His hand finds my thigh,

pulls. Come over here.

I’VE BEEN THIS CLOSE

To Kyle before, but never with the same

intention. Not sure where he’ll decide

to park, but I do know when we get there

everything will be different between us.

We will no longer be two sides of a triangle.

We will be adjacent parallel lines.

My own hand travels the length of his leg,

from knee to groin, memorizing the cut

of his muscles. You’re driving me crazy,

he says breathlessly. But then you’ve

been driving me crazy for a while.

I just have to know: Why? Why now?

“I don’t know. I love Matt, really I do.

But more like a friend. Not like … this.”

At the mention of Matt, Kyle tenses.

Matt. Right. He’s going to be pissed.

I pull my hand away. Slide over a little.

“It’s not too late. We don’t have to …”

Yes, we do. He pulls me against him again.

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