“y’know if you keep looking at me like that through the window, everybody’s gonna know.” sam was leaned against the brick of your shared apartment building, the only place she allowed you to have conversations any longer than five minutes. when all you did was talking. that wasn’t very often.

in the beginning ,you weren’t opposed to being kept a secret. it was just fun with the woman who’s window just so happened to line up with yours. that was then, now you talked. you knew more than each other’s bodies now.

she turned her head to blow the smoke out into the alley, away from your face. she looked back at you. “hey,” she stomped the cigarette out under her feet. “you know i’m not ashamed of you.” her fingers were teasingly gentle trailing from your arms down to your hands. “i just can’t do the whole relationship thing. not after..not now.”