At the Carnival

Alex

I hopped in his car after leaving my truck at my house. Damion would drop me off at home after we were finished at the fair. I liked the no pressure approach. If I went back to his place, things could get sticky—literally. I didn’t think either of us was quite ready to explain what we were doing to Oliver. I didn’t want to commit to anything and I had a feeling he wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment either.

It was best if we took things slow and easy. I liked the casual fun we were having and didn’t want to try and make things out to be more than they were. Slow. That was the key. It was like playing a game of chess with myself. I didn’t want to cut and run again.

“You can park back here,” I told Damion.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “This many people live around here?”

I laughed. “When you live in this area with limited things to do, this carnival is a big draw. Everyone from the county shows up. You should be here when the fair comes to town. That is a really wild time.”