Eight Seconds to Fly

A lthough Frankie and I had a serious make out session last night, we’d eventually broken apart, laid down on separate sides of the bed and pretended to go to sleep because I didn’t want to rush things. This wasn’t a shitty one night stand where I could leave the state and forget it ever happened.

Instead, I’d laid awake and thought about all the shit that could go wrong, and then somewhere around two a.m. I let myself think about how amazing it could be if everything went right.

At three a.m. I thought about how likely it would be that I could keep both Frankie and Beau. Hell, even Dylan. Branch… I didn’t know what the fuck was going on with Branch.

At four a.m. I remembered someone telling me about a breed of hyenas that gave birth out of their clitoris, so I googled it.