I pushed the money toward him, and suddenly his hand pressed down on mine, covering the bills. The boy's palm was warm, and holding my hand, he gripped it tightly.
Zuzu didn't look up at me, speaking sluggishly, "You, why are you so difficult?"
I jerked my hand away and walked out.
I ran back to my dorm, hugged my dog, and smoked by the window.
I was in a state of inner turmoil.
The hand that was pinching the cigarette, still held the warmth of the young boy's touch, a warmth that, in that moment, was desirable.
I liked tall boys, with healthy and nimble bodies, a fresh and clean scent, I enjoyed the intimacy of skin contact, but in my mind, there was the face of another person.
Qiao Fei
Two days later, Zuzu came looking for me at the dormitory.
I had just washed my hair, and it was still wrapped in a towel.
I invited him in, leaving the door wide open. The boy living across from me came out of his room and greeted me.
