And lines in the sand.
For months after she set the picture, I kept my desktop crowded with open tabs, so I didn't have to look at it. So I didn’t have to face the way my body lit up for my best friend who wore nothing but a fancy triangle of fabric, a pair of shades, and a wide smile.
Now, I let it be.
I stare.
And I admire.
And I imagine.
Kaelyn, what are you doing to me?
Feeling restless, I grab my phone and maneuver to Kaelyn’s socials to see if she uploaded anything about her day.
Am I slightly obsessed? Probably.
I accept it though.
She made me this way.
She said she wanted more.
And that’s a step in the right direction because I want everything.
More is only a couple inches away from everything.
Insatiable.
I like that.
I like her.
My mind settles on the understanding.
I like her.
It’s quiet.
Like Kaelyn’s sighs when I surprise her with her favorite tea on a random Tuesday.
Like the whisper of her chin on my shoulder.
Like her fingers quietly playing in my hair.
Hm.
I scroll absently through her page until what I’m seeing registers.
Then my eyes bug.
And my feet press against the ground.
My heart picks up speed.
There. A picture of me and Kaelyn. It’s the one from the office. The one she claimed wasn’t ‘subtle’. I’m staring at her like I want every inch of her skin under my hands and she’s looking up at me like she’s ready for it.
Beneath the picture is a caption.