Cheat

Sam and I are alone in his room, sitting side by side on his excessively large bed – I could never understood why one person would need such a large bed, but then again perhaps he shared it more often than I knew. We’re getting high, the way we usually get high on Tuesdays. It’s become a sort of wanton ritual for us, tearing the tissue in our lungs with laughter and apathy. The smoke ghosts from his lungs before he sucks it back in through his barely parted lips. He passes the oneie to me, offering a little glimpse at physical numbness. If I could be numb forever, I’d want to be numb with Sam.

This time he inhales, he turns to me and presses our lips together, exhaling the smoke right into my lungs with a forceful, dangerous kiss. The weight of the carbon dioxide and THC cocktail is heavy, until I release it into loose, spiraling tendrils into the air in front of us.

With a low growl, he takes me in his arms, lays me down, and fucks me. I’m almost too numb to feel. Almost.