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Hear his raspy breathing.
The gym had been where I'd landed three years ago, giving me the opportunity to find my own place.
She had been holding back. The feelings were night and day.
"Her son was the leading quarterback on our all-state team. Pete 'The Plow.
Looked forward to what was to come. He was warm against my palms.
An apology and money from the guy who had never given me the time of day despite all of the times we'd been in the same room.
Coming together. Afterwards, we lie in the semi-darkness, his chest pressing to my back while we spooned on our left sides.