I pulled the covers over our sweaty bodies. I straddled him and set my head on his chest. I soon felt him playing with my hair. I relaxed, close to sleeping.
"What time do you think it is?" I hear him say.
I felt his chest move down as he laughed a little.
"Are you leaving again?" I asked, turning serious.
He was silent. Even his chest was stationary.
"I don't know."
I raised my head off him, pulling the sheets off of us. He rose too, peering up at me.
"But if I do, I wanna take you with me."
I smiled, and fluffed his hair. He was serious. He truly wanted me to go with him. Away from civilization. Away from all that I knew. Away from everything.
I looked away. "I can't."
Kyle dropped his forehead on my chest with a sigh. "I know you can't."
His arms encircled me. He pressed his head hard against my heart. "I can't keep doing this to you, Tracy. I just can't. And even though I wanna take you with me, I know it'll be safer if you stayed here."
He looked up at me again, his eyes helpless. I turned around and sunk into his lap, our legs scrambling for each other. He perched his head on my shoulder. His wet hair tickled my neck.
"I like your hair this long." I said, taking a strand in my fingers.
"Thanks. I'd been so busy I haven't had the time to cut it."
He took the hand I was twisting his hair with and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on a knuckle a little before planting kisses down my shoulder and up my neck.
"Kyle...," I began to protest.
He began to playfully nibble at my neck, all the while giggling. I giggled with him.
"I don't have much time, Trace," he mumbled.
"I know," I said between moans.
"Have to....fuck you...again." Hands began to make their way down my chest toward my waist.
Breaths became deeper and the sheets flew above our bodies once again.
It's 9.oo a.m.
Tracy seemed so peaceful against my chest as he slept. It pained me to know that I had to leave him. Soon. I moved his bangs out of his face and caressed his hair. It'd gotten longer since I last saw him. His buzz cut had grown into a dark brown head of hair. I liked it like this. My eyes fell on the palm of my hand. The three dots were becoming more profound. I was so lost in them that I hadn't noticed Tracy's stirring.
"Where did those come from?" he asked.
"Nowhere," I lied. He grabbed my hand and brought it closer to his face. He studied it.
"Doesn't look like it. Were you careless with some scissors or something? They look deliberate. They look like they could make a triangle."
He began to trace one with his finger. I grabbed his hand in response. He looked at me with those innocent brown eyes. I could feel my heart beat a little faster.
They were questioning, even angry. It was at that moment, I knew that he knew.
"Is this what you left for?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "I left when I got the second one. The third came later on."
"What about the first one at the top?" he asked.
"I was born with it."
"They look like craters, Kyle. What happened to you?"
I pulled my hand away. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Tough." He grabbed my hand again, forcing me to look at him, "I'm not gonna spend another three months alone, not knowing where you are or why you left. You are gonna tell me this now Kyle, understand? I'm not gonna let you do this."
The sternness in his voice told me he was serious. I had no choice but to give in.