I unzipped my jacket and stared at myself in the mirror.
I took off the Band-Aid, opened up the cut with my thumbnail, then washed my hands and put on a new Band-Aid.
I looked in the drawers beneath the sink for some mouthwash, but they didn’t have any,
so in the end, I just swished cold water around in my mouth and spit it out.
There, are we good? I asked myself, and I responded, One more time to make sure, and so I swished and gargled more water, spit it out.
I patted my sweaty face dry with some toilet paper and walked back into the golden light of Davis’s mansion.
He motioned for me to sit down, and put his arm around me.
I didn’t want his microbiota near me, but I let him keep his arm there, because I didn’t want to seem like a freak.
“Are you okay?” “Yeah. Just, like, a little panicky.” “Was it something that I did? Should I do—”
No, it’s not about you.” “You can tell me.” “It’s really not. I... just, kissing freaked me out a little, I guess.”
“Okay, so no kissing yet. That’s no problem.” “It will be,” I said.
I have these... thought spirals, and I can’t get out of them.
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