The Moon Won’t Shine On Me
I had been sneaking around behind my brother’s back with Eden Smith, his best friend's brother.
He pulled me close by the waist and drove us wild in all kinds of places.
At bars, in the wild, and in even empty public restrooms, he was always eager for more. It was like unlocking new levels in a game.
He was five years younger than me. He always called my name in his pitiful and innocent tone while gripping my waist with renewed vigor. He never let me escape.
“L-let me go!”