Everest
Ever stills, his coffee cup held steady in his fingers as he draws in a long breath. You really buried the plot with that one, he might have said were he the sort of person who joked to hide his discomfort. Instead, he waited until the spark of anxiety in his throat had quieted enough to speak, before setting down his coffee mug and folding his hands comfortably in front of himself.
"...How do you know I had an..." His cheeks flush. "..an erection?" Ever asks, the words coming out of his mouth making his own ears burn. "And what made the cab driver think that?" The latter was perhaps not as concerning; this was New York and given Mateo's eccentricities, almost anything he'd done in jest or earnest could make someone unfamiliar think that he was Ever's partner.
"...How do you know I had an..." His cheeks flush. "..an erection?" Ever asks, the words coming out of his mouth making his own ears burn. "And what made the cab driver think that?" The latter was perhaps not as concerning; this was New York and given Mateo's eccentricities, almost anything he'd done in jest or earnest could make someone unfamiliar think that he was Ever's partner.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
