Bare Asses and Boyfriends
Knock. Knock. Knock. There was some movement behind the door; I was expecting Will to open the door. “Hello, Ryan. William is upstairs getting ready. I told him he was going to be late…” Mrs. Bin stood to the side to allow me to slip past the door. I put on a smile and thanked her. Their house is two floors tall, and the grand foyer was— of course— grand. The decor was very comfortable, and made you feel at home. One wall was covered of pictures of his family: aunts, uncles, cousins. She directed me to the stairs, even though I already knew their house like my own, before returning to whatever task was at hand when I arrived. I counted the steps as I ascended. One… Two… Five… Twenty… Twenty three. Top step. …