Being Me
I don’t answer but nodded. Of course, I wouldn’t explore here, that would put Raj in a horrible position. It would also end what Raj and I had. Charlie knew that as well, but I felt as though he would not adhere to it.
I lead Charlie toward the stairs and to Raj’s sitting area. As we walked, Charlie tried to hold my hand, and I snatched my hand away, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I folded my arms in front of me. He couldn’t be serious. Here, now, he wants to reach for my hand?
You know, I used to wonder what it would be like to have two men. No longer wondering, and I’m lost in my feelings. I close my eyes and get lost in the love presently surrounding me. I know Raj loves me more than he can say. However, he does express it well.
Hopped up on sugar, we headed downtown to Chelsea. It was a great day laughing and talking with my sister. I managed to avoid discussing my love life by saying I would prefer a more private place to talk. That worked until we sat down for dinner.
I open my eyes, wondering why I felt like I had weights over my legs and chest. I feel crushed between two walls. I take a deep breath and try to move. The pressure is unyielding; it moved with me.
“What the fuck?” I mumble. I hear groaning, and the weight across my chest releases me. I scoot towards the top of my bed and look around. “Raj, Charles?” I whisper and rub my eyes.
