Unwilling to Be Yours

It’s Me Me Monday, although I’m not yet here for it. I should be returning in time for QueerBlogWed, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

In the meantime, Peter will continue to carry on at the Navel in Unwilling to Be Yours.

 

My instinct grew quicker and faster for finding the right one. I didn’t need to listen to the humming.

I’d find myself walking in a certain direction and simply reaching out for a shelf. My fingers found whatever she was looking for.

Hebe grew friendlier with every visit.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you when we first met,” she confided. All the hard edges of her faces relaxed into something animated and interesting. “You reminded me of someone whose always been able to get under my skin, no matter how much I might wish him not to.”

“An old boyfriend, perhaps?” I couldn’t help arching my eyebrow in a slightly salacious fashion at her. Flirting was second nature to me, after all.

Besides, Christopher was forbidden to me.

“My father’s current boyfriend.” Hebe lifted her own eyebrow in her best returning sally, but her eyelid trembled. “You might say I not only lost my job, but my entire purpose, because of him.”

I opened my mouth and closed it. I really couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

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