Текст книги "The Distance Between"

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When it was almost Christmas, I could think of nothing else than getting a great gift for David. Since I’d

been letting him in to my life again, my feelings for him had been growing exponentially by the day. I

thought of him constantly, there was nothing else on my mind. I tried to focus on work but even at the firm

my feelings were showing. I even brought him coffee now, just to see him and have a quick chat. I helped

him out with a case-file too and we spend late evenings together working. We were alone in the office

during on of those nights, or so I thought, in front of each other at his desk. We’d been writing down some

notes and papers, pens, post-its and both our laptops were strewn across the desk. David grabbed for one

of my pens and I did the same thing at the same moment. Our fingers brushed together and I caught his

hand in mine. His eyes flashed up at me. I’d never touched him at the office, not even brushed past him in

the hallway. We just sat there, our fingers entwined for a few seconds, until I heard Brad in the hallway

and let go of David reluctantly again.

When I went home on Friday evening I passed a store on my way to my apartment with an amazing

Marc Jacobs sweater in the window. I imagined how good it would look on David as I walked by and I

went back to get it the next day. I had it wrapped in a box with a nice bow on top.

28. Merry Christmas

On December the 24th we spend the day at our parents’ place. The whole house was decorated with

lights in the shape of melting ice, even though there was no snow in Fresno. Everybody helped Juliette to

make dinner during the afternoon and we drank glühwine until we were all a bit tipsy. It was a typical

Christmas for our family; there were cheesy Christmas songs and candle lights, the table was full of food

and we were all festively dressed, even David. We were all sitting around the big table in the living

room, having an appetizer and ‘the kids’ were singing along with ‘Last Christmas’. None of us could

really sing, Christine especially sucked, but it was fun. On evenings like this I really loved my family, all

of us together talking and enjoying each others’ company. Those Christmases where I’d been annoyed

with David and unhappy seemed far away this evening.

Over dinner my dad stood up and said: “I’ve got an announcement to make; this year I’ve been with the

firm for 25 years and more importantly, Juliette and I will have been married for fifteen years.” Juliette

laughed and raised her glass to him. He continued: “We’re planning a big party in two months. Everything

is being arranged. We’re inviting all our friends, acquaintances and everybody that’s working at the firm

with their partners and some business contacts too. It’s going to be grand!”

“Jesus that’s going to cost you something,” one of the twins blurted out.

“It’s going to be a very expensive party,” my dad said with a charming smile, “But it’s worth it. Juliette

and I didn’t have a big wedding and I think she deserves a big anniversary party don’t you think?”

“It sounds great,” Christine said enthusiastically.

“I’m sure it’s going to be great,” I said. “Do you need some help with anything? The way I hear it,

you’re on a pretty tight schedule for this party.”

“I’m glad you’re volunteering,” my day laughed. “Actually I have a list of chores for you and your

brother to take care of.”

The remainder of the evening, we talked about the plans for the party until Brad and Christine were

going home and they gave me a lift in their car. It was only a small detour for them to drop me off and I

was glad that I could sleep in my own apartment. David and I had been next to each other on the couch the

whole evening and I knew that if we both slept over at our parents place, I would spend the night awake,

thinking about going to his room.

I slept alone in my apartment and woke up groggy from consuming too much glühwine and eggnog. It

was Christmas morning and in a couple of hours we were all back at our parent’s place. All our presents

were stacked underneath the huge Christmas tree and the whole house smelled like cookies. I felt like a

kid again for a moment. My dad was wearing his best suit and Juliette had on a glittery beige dress that

complemented her hair color. She had her hair tied up in roll with a gold-colored hairpin. They made

such a good-looking couple together, even though my dad had turned fifty-four last year. We were all

welcomed in and shared some hugs and Christmas wishes. I hugged David hard before the twins dragged

him out of my arms to have him look at their new comics.

Around noon we had brunch together, my stomach could barely cope after yesterday’s alcohol, and after

that started unwrapping presents. I’d bought some really nice French cognac for my dad and a Hermes

scarf for Juliette that I knew she wanted. I’d brought a new video game for the twins and some nice

crystal glasses for Christine’s and Brad’s new home. Then I gave my present to David. He unwrapped it

and pulled out the sweater. “It’s really great,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, I thought it would look really good on you,” I said. He hugged me hard. “Can I try it now?”

“Of course you can,” I said. David took off his shirt in the hallway and came back wearing the sweater.

He looked amazing. It had a really low-cut V-neck that showed part of his chest and the grey-blue color

matched his eyes perfectly. His hair had grown just enough to make the previously awful looking haircut

turn really hot.

“Do you like it?” he asked. I nodded and I stroked his arm through the soft fabric.

“Let me give you your gift,” he said and he picked up a small package. I tore off the wrapping and

opened the little box that was inside; it was a really nice watch.

“Fuck David, that’s too much,” I said. The watch really looked expensive.

“I saw it when I was shopping for presents and I really wanted you to have it he explained.”

“Thank you,” I said hoarsely and hugged him again, this time even longer than the time before. I could

feel his muscular back and the warmth of his skin through the sweater. I really didn’t want to let go.

“Put it on Michael,” Christine said, who was standing next to me. I put on the watch and showed it to

everybody before I was back at David’s side again. We unwrapped more presents and listened to some

sentimental Christmas music before we had an early dinner.

During dinner I couldn’t keep my eyes of David. I was so happy and I loved to see him laugh with Brad

and the twins and smile at my dad’s corny jokes. Sometimes his eyes caught mine and then he gave me a

brooding look. I felt hot and had to loosen my tie.

After dinner we all helped Juliette to clear the table and then we watched a sappy Christmas movie.

David sat down in front of me on the floor, while I was on the couch and I had my arms around him the

whole time. Nobody notices us sitting like that, except for Brad. The warmth of David’s back was seeping

through the fabric of his sweater, warming the inside of my thighs and my lap. I leaned forward in to that

warmth, feeling his back against my chest as he was resting against me. I could smell his aftershave and

the delicious smell of his body mixed together with the food smells in the house. When he laughed about

some corny scene in the movie, his body jerked against mine. I had a hard-on the entire time and kept it

pressed against his back.

After the movie we had some drinks and I let David drink from my glass. It was getting late by now and

my dad and Juliette went to bed and half an hour later the twins went upstairs too. We were left with Brad

and Christine. We talked some more about dad’s big party and about their wedding plans. Then David got

up to get another bottle of wine in the kitchen and Christine went with him.

“You sure look happier than usual,” Brad said smiling as he nipped from his glass.

“I am happy,” I said and looked at him.

“Because of David?” he asked. I tried to read from his face what he meant with that remark. After a

second he explained himself: “Because you are not fighting so much anymore?”

“Yeah I’m happy because of that,” I said. Christine came back in to the room with David.

“I’m really tired,” she told Brad and they went to bed as well.

“We’ll go to bed soon,” I said before they left the room and then Brad threw me an insinuating look.

David and I were left standing next to the Christmas tree. “Thank you for the present,” he said when we

were finally alone.

“I looks great on you,” I said, “Thanks so much for the watch too.” I was silent for a moment and

studied him. I couldn’t resist saying: “You really do look amazing in that sweater.” David started

blushing, he tried to stroke past his hair, the way he always did when it was still long.

“No really, I meant it David. You look… hot actually.” The blush spread from his face to his throat and

upper chest. I raised my hand and traced his neck and his bare collarbone with my finger. Touching him

like that was giving me goose bumps.

“Your hair is growing back nicely too,” I said and brushed his arm with my other hand. I could feel he

was trembling. I didn’t know what to do next. “Do you want to sit down and watch an old movie?” I

asked. “I think they are showing this ancient black and white thing with pirates.”

He nodded and I dimmed the lights in the room so that the Christmas lights in the tree and the TV screen

were the only sources of illumination. We sat down on the couch watching the movie, but soon we slid

down in our familiar position where he was laying in my arms. I looked at him, his eyes where huge with

anticipation.

“You are the most beautiful guy to me,” I said while I traced my fingers across his chest. “I’m so happy

that we haven’t been fighting for a while now. I couldn’t stand they way things were between us a couple

of months ago. I know that I’m not always the easiest guy to be around but I really missed you…”

“I love you Michael,” he said and he wrapped his arms around my back, holding me tightly. “I’m so

happy that we are talking again. I thought I was going crazy when you were in Paris… I missed you so

much. There were nights that I was awake for hours, just hoping that you’d call me. And then when you

came back you seemed so far way. I didn’t know what to do…”

I brushed my finger across his lips, shutting him up. This whole scene was so familiar; it was like we

were back in New York again on the couch in my apartment. All those nights we shared there, full of need

and desire, never going as far as we both wanted. And I wanted him so much right now, wanted to finally

touch him again, to make sure that he was still mine after all this time. I let one of my hands slide

underneath his sweater to touch his bare skin, which felt warm against the palm of my hand. He jumped a

little when my cold fingers made contact. I stroked his side, feeling his ribcage underneath my fingers. I

traced my hand across his flat stomach and finally put my open palm on his chest, just above his heart. I

could feel his heart pounding like a drum, in sync with my own. My heart was beating so fast that I could

feel it in my throat. My muscles were stiff with tension. We were both breathing heavy. I felt his hot

breath on my face. It would be so easy to catch his mouth with mine.

“I want you so much right now,” I confessed in a strained voice. He sighed: “Just do it Michael,” and

his mouth reached to catch mine. I hesitated for a fraction of a second but then I kissed him, really kissed

him for the first time. My lips brushed against his lips, they were softer than I’d imagined, and then our

mouths really locked and I French kissed him hard. He opened his mouth underneath mine and nothing

could have prepared me for this kiss, it was hotter than anything else I’d experienced until now; hard and

soft at the same time and sweet and strong mixed together. It was like raw power, finally finding a way to

free itself. I tried to feel every muscle, every fiber of him underneath my hands while I was kissing him. I

rubbed my hands across his ribcage, his strong shoulders, trying to melt in to him. I kneaded the muscles

in his broad back and traced my hands across his abdomen and chest. His nipples were hard underneath

my hands and I felt like ripping off his new sweater just to take one in my mouth. His smell was

intoxicating, all desire and pheromones. While we kissed I could feel the slight stubble on his upper lip

and his cheeks, he’s shaved hours ago, the softness of his lips and behind them the hard sharpness of his

teeth. I’d let my tongue explore his mouth like I’d never done before, tasting him, kissing him so deep that

we could both barely breathe. His tongue mimicked the movements of my own. He growled softly, deep in

his throat while he worked on freeing me from my clothes. His hands had tucked my shirt from my pants

and were clutching me from behind. His nails dug into my back as I kissed him, leaving marks. He was a

lot taller and stronger than my last lover Remi had been and the iron force with which he held me was

overpowering. My bare abdomen was touching a strip of his warm skin and it felt like I was burning. My

crotch ached, such a sweet pain, and I pushed against him hard, driving him deeper into our parent’s

couch. We moved slightly so that I was really on top of him and we could rub our dicks together through

our pants. I could feel his restrained hard-on through his trousers. The friction alone was almost enough to

make me come. I broke our kiss to suck in some air, he was panting beneath me, and then I moved away

from David’s mouth to his throat. I kissed and sucked on the delicate flesh below his jaw. He arched his

back and pushed himself up against me.

“God, Michael… ,” he moaned softly in my ear while wrapping one of his legs around my hips and

enclosing me tightly. “Just keep doing that,” he whispered as he ground his hips against mine and I let my

hands slide down to grab his firm ass.

Then we both heard someone stumble on the stairs and we got up in a flash, both still heaving. It was

Brad, coming in to the room. I recognized his footsteps. He turned on the lights without thinking. I shied

away from the light. Brad looked over at the cough and saw us sitting there, looking totally disheveled.

David’s pupils were huge with desire, his lips were swollen and tender. My shirt was half opened and

my hair tousled.

“Fuck guys, sorry, I didn’t know you were still up,” Brad stammered. “I was awake and I wanted to get

a coke from the fridge in the kitchen.” David just nodded. We could both tell that Brad felt uncomfortable,

like he knew that he’d interrupted us.

“Don’t let us stop you from getting your drink,” I smiled, reminding Brad why he came downstairs. He

rushed to the kitchen to get his can of coke and then sped upstairs again.

“Fuck,” David muttered as Brad left the room again. “Do you think he heard us before he came in?”

“I don’t know,” I said trembling. “What were we thinking making out on the couch in our parents’ home

like that,” I whispered. “Were are bound to get caught like this.” David gripped my arm.

“I don’t think he saw anything.” His fingers dug in to my biceps. “I’ve waited so long for this Michael

and so have you. And it felt so good finally doing what we’ve both wanted for such a long time.”

“Yeah it did. It felt amazing. But what if one of the twins had come downstairs and had seen us or dad

had caught us red-handed, then what? Do you really want to risk everything by them finding out?”

“I know what I want Michael,” he said and he touched my cheekbone lovingly. “I’ll go home tonight

and let you think about what you want to do. You know I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered before he left.

29. Broken

The next couple of weeks I was torn up by my feelings, again. I knew I had to decide how to proceed

next; there was no way back for David and me. Either I chose him now or I would lose him forever. I

though about our kiss day and night, even had to jerk off before falling asleep. My body certainly knew

what it wanted. I wished my mind would feel the same.

David and I saw each other every day at work and in the evenings too because we had to arrange things

together for my dad’s party. There was still so much to do; arrange the location, arrange the catering, book

a decent photographer, make sure that all the invitations to over 400 guests where properly send and keep

a list of all people who send an RSVP. Some days were busy until midnight with all the things we had to

do.

I knew that David wanted to talk about what had happened during Christmas but I still wasn’t ready for

that conversation. I knew that the time had come to make a definite choice between being with him ‘for

real’ or finally putting an end to this. Either choice would break up our family. Choosing for David would

probably mean that my dad would never speak to me again and choosing to end things would mean that

David would never want to be around me anymore. I just wanted to bury my head in the sand and make

this all go away. Maybe I could go back to Europe and live there on my own? But I really didn’t want to

go back to France again, I loved being with my family and I loved my job too. The decision was driving

me crazy.

When I was late at home one evening, I stared at myself in my bathroom mirror. My razor and shaving

cream were on the sink where I’d left them that morning. How easy it would be to take that razor and just

slash it across my wrists. All my troubles would be gone. The thought shocked me. I’d never thought

about killing myself before, not even at university when I was feeling at my worst. I’d never felt suicidal

but now I was on the edge of feeling desperate.

The day of the party was quickly drawing nearer and two days before the date my dad gave David and

me the last couple of chores to take care of. David had bought himself a new car recently and we drove up

to the venue-hall where the party would take place. It was part of a fancy hotel with a big garden and a

small ball-room for dancing. We hauled in a couple of boxes with booklets about the firm that we’d had

printed as a surprise for my dad. It had pictures of my granddad it in, when he’d just started the firm and

of the old building where the firm was located until the seventies. It also contained a list of all partners

who had worked at the firm and many of them had something nice to say about dad in the booklet.

When we came out again after inspecting the location and dropping off the booklets, David was

dallying on the sidewalk. “What is it?” I asked annoyed, “Don’t just stand there, we have a lot more to

do.” It was getting exceptionally hot for the time of year and I was sweating in my expensive suit. I

wanted to get in the air-conditioned car. He looked at me and I knew what this was about.

“We need to talk,” he said. I knew what he wanted to talk about but this didn’t seem like the right time.

“No, we’ll talk later,” I replied.

“No, I think it’s important that we do it now,” he said.

“What? Here on the sidewalk where everybody can hear us?” I answered with a muffled voice.

“I don’t give a fuck about who can hear us,” David stated.

“Well I do,” I replied.

“Yeah I know you do, that’s the whole problem isn’t it? You’re always so worried about what other

people might think.”

“Shut up,” I said, getting angry.

“I won’t shut up until you say something.”

“Alright then, yeah I’m worried about what people might think. What do you think all of our colleagues

are going to say when they find out, not to mention our family.”

“Our family loves us. They’ll understand,” he said. “You’re just worried bout what dad is going to say

when he finds out.”

“I don’t want him to find out!” I said harshly. David looked angry.

“Well he’s going to find out because I can’t stand living like this anymore!”

“Just keep your mouth shut and don’t even think of telling dad,” I almost yelled.

“Keep my mouth shut about what? About the fact that you’ve wanted to fuck me for the past ten years?

It’s not the worst thing in the world, we are not even related by blood if you remember.” He yelled: “I’m

going to tell him whether you like it or not. You’ve had enough time to make up your mind and still you

won’t do anything! So I’m making the decision for you!”

“I won’t have you talk to dad,” I yelled back.

“You are a coward Michael!” he screamed at me. “You are a fucking coward! Just because nobody

knows about what we’ve been doing, doesn’t make it any less real. Do you remember all those fucked-up

nights in your bed? I want you and I know you want me too!”

“Please shut up,” I hissed. We were fighting so loud that people inside must have heard us. I looked

around to see if nobody was staring at us.

“So you are still afraid that someone might hear us?” David snickered. “You are afraid that somebody

will hear me say this: MICHAEL ADAMS WANTS TO FUCK HIS STEPBROTHER!” He yelled it from

the top of his lungs. “MICHAEL ADAMS LIKES TO MAKE OUT WITH HIS STEPBROTHER ON

THEIR PARENTS’ COUCH! MICHAEL ADAMS LIKES HIS STEPBROTHER TO SUCK HIS DICK!

MICHAEL…”

I swung back my arm and punched him hard in the face to shut him up. It had happened before I knew

what I was doing. My arm just moved back and forth mechanically like a piston and then connected with

his face. It hurt when my knuckles crashed against his nose. I heard something crack. Blood started to

spray from his nose as I lowered my fist and he tripped and fell backwards. I reached for him to keep him

up, but I wasn’t fast enough… He fell flat on his back and his head crashed on the tiles of the sidewalk

with a sickening blow. It was like everything happened in slow-motion, I could see what was going on but

I was too slow to stop it from occurring.

Then he just lay there on the sidewalk, blood gushing from his nose and not moving for a second or two.

My heart skipped a beat. I thought I’d killed him. I felt frozen to the sidewalk and only when he started

moaning a little, I could move again. I knelt beside him. The front of his T-shirt was soaked with blood. It

was everywhere, on his face, his teeth, his throat.

“David can you hear me?” I touched his face.

“You fucking moron,” he moaned. I tried holding his head up from the sidewalk and then I felt

something wet in his hair too. He moaned again and I looked at my fingers; they were bloody. He must

have hit his head pretty hard on the concrete tiles.

“David can you still hear me?” I asked, my voice trembling with worry. “You hit your head. I think

you’re hurt pretty bad.” I was shaking uncontrollably. I looked around to see if there were some other

pedestrians that could help us. Nobody was coming out of the hotel to give us some aid.

“I’m okay,” he moaned again. “My head just hurts pretty bad.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, so sorry, so so sorry,” I rambled and started crying. His nose looked

swollen and a little crooked. I must have broken it. I never imagined that I’d be able to break someone’s

nose, let alone break the nose of the guy I loved.

“You need to get to the hospital,” I sobbed. “I’ll call an ambulance.” He shook his head and grabbed

my arm, trying to get up.

“Don’t be ridiculous, just drive me to the ER, I’ll be fine.” He tried to get up again. “Everything is

spinning.” His voice sounded a little slurred. I helped him up, almost hauling him to his feet and dragged

him to the car, which was parked close-by.

I put him in the passenger’s seat and buckled up his seat-belt. He looked terrible, white as a sheet and

covered in blood. His hands touched his face and then he looked at his own bloody fingers in disbelief. I

looked at his scalp to see how bad his head wound was. There was a lot of blood there and it was making

me sick. I felt so nauseated that I had to throw up in front of the car before I could get in and start driving.

The taste of bile was lingering in my mouth and I tried to swallow a couple of times to make it go away.

The ER was only a couple of miles away, we could be there within fifteen minutes. But now those

fifteen minutes seemed to last forever; traffic lights, people crossing the streets, jerky drivers, there were

so many things slowing us down. David was sitting slumped beside me in the passenger’s seat. His eyes

were closed and I didn’t know if he was still fully conscious. “David do you hear me,” I asked in a

panicked voice.

“Yeah,” he said, barely audible. “It hurts and I feel sick.”

“We’ll be there soon,” I tried to comfort him.

“I think I have to throw up Michael.”

“It’s alright,” I said and before I’d finished my sentence he was puking his guts out on the dashboard.

“You’re going to be fine,” I said, more as a reassurance to myself than to him. I had on hand on the

wheel and with the other I held his arm to let him know that I was there for him. “I’m so sorry David,” I

cried, “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“I know,” he said softly.

“You were right you know. I love you and I do want you. I’ve wanted you since high school. You are

just everything to me. Why does everything have to be so fucked-up?” He moaned a little and I didn’t even

know if he was really listening to me. I just kept chattering away like an idiot, I didn’t know what else to

do.“

You know the first time I really knew that I wanted you was right after we’d played basketball one

time and I’d said some stupid shit about your biological dad and then you were crying your eyes out in

your room.” I choked back some tears. “You were on your bed and I tried to make things alright and then I

felt your body against mine and I just knew from that moment that you were the one for me.”

“I remember that afternoon,” he moaned. “You were such a jerk.”

“Yeah I was. I’m a jerk most of the time. But I do love you, I love you more than anything. When I was

in Paris, I though about you every single day as well. I even thought of you when I was fucking other guys,

I tried to pretend that they were you.”

“I know what you mean,” he tried to laugh, although it was painful. I squeezed his hand.

Then we finally arrived and I drove up to the ER and helped David out of the car. “I can walk,” he said

and I helped him in to the waiting room. He looked so dramatic, covered in blood, that we got help right

away. They took him somewhere to fix his nose and head wound and I was left in the waiting room.

Sitting there alone was the first moment I realized how much my hand hurt too. I’d never punched anyone

before, not even when I was a kid. The knuckles of my right hand were swollen and painful. I went to the

bathroom to try holding it under some cold running water. When I was in the bathroom and looked in the

mirror, I was shocked at how I looked . Streaks of blood were on my face and in my hair. I must have

gone through my hair with my bloody hands. My shirt was splattered with bloodstains too. I was

dreadfully pale and my eyes looked sunken in my skull. I splashed my face with some water and tried to

wash to blood of me as good as possible. I went back to the waiting room and just sat there in agony for

an hour before someone came to pick me up.

It was a young intern, he looked impeccable with a shiny white coat and nicely trimmed hair.

“Are you the one who brought David Adams in?” he asked me and I nodded. “He’s asked for you,” the

guy said. I was brought to a little room where David was laying in bed. His nose was covered in plaster

and they’d stitched up his head wound too.

“The blood made it seem worse than it was,” a nurse said. “The head wound was only superficial but it

bleeds a lot in that area, as you saw. We had it stitched up. I’m afraid his nose is broken, but it was a

clean break and it will probably heal up nicely. He does have a slight concussion however so we want to

keep him here for the night just in case.” I nodded. I sat down next to David and stroked his cheek. He took

my hand and squeezed it tightly.

The intern came in again. “The nurse has told you that he needs to stay here for the night?” I nodded.

“You should get him a fresh set of clothes and maybe get yourself cleaned up too.”

“Is there something else I need to bring? Like his insurance papers?”

“His insurance card was in his wallet. Just get him some clean clothes.” Another, older, doctor came in

too. “Could you step in to the hall with me for a second?” he asked me.

“Yeah sure,” I said and let go of David’s hand. We walked outside the room. The guy looked serious.

“Could you explain to me what happened between you and your boyfriend?” he said. “Clearly you

punched him in the face, why?”

“We had a fight while we were arranging things for a party that we’re throwing for our parents. David

is my…” What was I going to say? David is my brother, my stepbrother, my lover? I continued: “I

punched him…I didn’t mean to hurt him like this but he tripped and hurt his head on the sidewalk.”

“He told the nurse that you were goofing around and you didn’t mean to hit him,” the guy said

accusingly. “He said you hit him by accident and then he tripped.”

“I really didn’t mean to hurt him,” I said and started shaking.

“We won’t call the police, but domestic violence is a really bad offence. I hope you remember that.”

“We are both lawyers, I know how bad it is…” I said. The guy looked at me dismissive. I could tell

from the look in his eyes that he had the lowest of opinions about me. I didn’t feel like defending myself.

There was nothing to say.

I walked back in to the room where David was waiting for me and sat down next to his bed again. I

stroked his hair. “David, I’ve got to go to your place and pick up some of you stuff. I’ll just take your keys

and drive to your apartment alright?” He nodded. He was already drifting asleep. They’d given him some

painkillers that made him drowsy.

I went outside and got in to his car. There was a bloody stain on the headrest of the passenger’s seat,

too bad because the car was brand new. I doubted that you could wash blood out of the fabric easily.

There was still puke all over the dashboard too. I opened the windows and drove to David’s apartment.

Although he lived pretty close to my place, I’d never been to David’s apartment before. His apartment