Tiny Giant

Andrew

“Something happened with Anny, right?” she asked after close to fifteen minutes of silence inside her apartment.

I slowly nodded from where I lay on her bed, while covering my eyes with the length of my hind arm.

She had followed me into the apartment and had locked the door, then sat on a stool staring at me. She must think I was going crazy. That didn’t bother me much. Just staying with her in that room was the most comfortable I’d gotten for months now. Crazy or not, she wasn’t sending me out of her house.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked in a calm voice.

I sighed and sat up from the bed, then turned sideways and leaned on the wall while my legs extended beyond the bed and rested on the tiled floor.

I looked up at her face, wondering where to begin. She was aware of my feelings for Anne during our small sensual moment in my garden, but that was the last she knew of it. So, I began telling her what went on right before she left the house. About Anne fainting, an