Chapter 70
I wake up enveloped by Korgy’s hairy arms, his belly heaving against the small of my back as he snores in long, rhythmic strands. I feel his hot breath on my neck and shut my eyes to savor it.
I waited so long for this. And now here we are. Together. Really together. No more time constraints or guilt-ridden rendezvous. Just a regular couple, able to fall asleep in each other’s arms the way regular couples do.
I feel something wet on my neck and press my finger to it, then bring my finger to my mouth and lick Korgy’s tangy drool. It’s not as sweet as I expected. Kind of rancid. Kind of gross. Just like I wanted. All the parts of him. Even the gross ones.
I turn around to face him. To take him in, up close and unhurried. The fine lines and wrinkles. The enlarged pores, the tired eyes. I see the weight of him. I can feel how much life he’s lived. It’s humanizing and, for some reason, it makes me sad.
I brush his sweaty hair behind his ear and wipe the rest of his drool with the sheet. He keeps snoring and I keep watching him. Mr. Korgy. The one I’ve wanted for so long. And now, finally, I have him.