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about her. 
    “Sammie…I…”
    “It’s
okay, Brandon.  I know it was just a dream.”
    “Did
you wake up sad?”
    “Yeah,
but not because of the dream.”
    “Ah,
honey.  I don’t want to make you sad.”
    “Bran…I
just…I need…”  Sammie trails off and I’m impatient to know what she’s thinking
and feeling. 
    “What
do you need?” I ask, the hairs prickling on my forearms.  I blame it on the
room’s cool air but in my heart I know what I’m hoping she’s gonna say.
    “I
need you…” She says it so softly I press the phone tight to my ear. 
    “Oh,
baby,” I say.  How easy would it be to say I need her too?  Four words that
feel so right in my heart but wrong to my head. 
    “Do
you regret it?” she asks.  “Do you regret what happened?”
    I
think about last night and the way I’d lost control, that driving pulsing need
I’d felt in my fingertips, lips and cock.
    “We
shouldn’t have…” I say.  “It was all the feelings, we were confused.”
    “I
don’t feel confused,” she says, and I blink, shocked.  “I can’t stop thinking
about you and the way it felt to be with you like that.”
    “Oh
god,” I say as my cock twitches in my jeans. I don’t know what I’m doing. 
    It’s
wrong.  I know this. But it feels anything but. 
     “I
wanted…” She trails off as I cup my erection, squeezing gently as everything
comes to life, feeling like I need to cover up the evidence of how much my body
wants her from the empty room, and from myself.
    “What
did you want?”
    “I
wanted you to stay…”
    I
sigh loudly and hear her shuffling around in the background.  “I don’t know
what I’m doing,” I say, in a voice as quiet as hers.  I could have died tonight
and thinking about never seeing her again seems even more terrible than it had
before.
    “Bran…I’m
here for you…whatever you need.”
    “I
don’t know what I need,” I say but I don’t know if that’s true. I know I need
to get away.  I know I want Sammie in my life. I know I want to live
differently. I want to escape, but how can I when I know I’ve lived a life
that’s put me beyond the point of return?  I just have no idea how to get free
without fucking everything up in the process.
    “You
know…you just have to figure it out.”
    “Sammie…”
    “Yeah,
Bran.”
    “Tell
me a secret.”  It’s a game we used to play.  I never felt worried about sharing
with her because she never judged.  Sammie made it alright for me to just be
myself.
    “Mmmm…”
She shuffles around again and her breathing gets louder, as though she’s turned
onto her side and pressed the phone closer.  “It’s been a long time. I have
lots of secrets now.”
    “Tell
me one.  Help me forget what’s going on right now.”
    “Well,
how about this?  After you left I used to sleep with a photo of you on my
pillow.”
    I
exhale loudly.  I didn’t take a picture of Sammie with me.  I knew it would
have made things harder for me but for years I would think of her just before I
feel asleep. 
    “Why
did you stop?”
    “Who
says I did?” She laughs softly, keeping her voice low and mellow.  “I guess I
stopped when I realized that you wouldn’t look like the picture anymore. When
the boys in my school that were your age started to look like men I couldn’t imagine
you accurately anymore.”
    “And
now you can.”
    “Now
I can.” She sighs.  “Bran, we’re not gonna end up strangers again are we?”
    “I
don’t want that, Sammie, but I just don’t know…”
    “When
we were together it was like…I felt more in those few seconds than I ever have
with anyone before.”
    I
groan, remembering the frantic feelings that had surged inside me and the
terrible stillness I forced onto myself.  The hand that’s on my cock squeezes
again.  “I know.”
    “Tell
me a secret, Bran,” she says, seeming to understand my discomfort.
    I
have too many to count and so many I could never share with my