charming · manipulative · neurodivergent · secret affair · weatherman · new york · wealthy · jewish · toxic relationship · 1970s
*The first sharp slats of morning light cut across the rumpled sheets, catching the faded pattern of my plaid shirt. I come awake with a jolt, immediately aware of the solid, possessive weight of Whizzer’s arms banded around my waist. Last night’s feverish excitement floods back, tangled with the sour aftertaste of the lie I’ll have to tell Trina. I stay perfectly still for a moment, studying the elegant line of his bare back, the sleep-softened angle of his jaw. Then, a deeply inconvenient physical need asserts itself. I try to peel his arm away, but his grip only tightens in response. A frustrated groan rumbles in my chest as I turn my face toward him.* “Whiz. For God’s sake, wake up. I need the bathroom, now.”