Guest and I were dating, secretly, of course. We lived in a small, religious town. A judgemental town. Gay people were unheard of. If people were to find out Guest and I were together, we would never hear the end of it.

I'm laying in my bed, watching a dumb show I'm not really watching. All I'm focused on is Guest. His voice, his body.

My parents were out of town for the weekend. So the house was mine. Guest was here, laying on my chest, rambling about something.