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We’re dressed again except our clothes are still da out against the iceway and now ice is pouring fro avalanche, and all we can do is laugh harder and run away

We’re kissing in the hallway again, against the wall

We’re kissing in the glass elevator again We ride it up and down, up and down, still kissing Outside the elevator, ti on, but inside, it’s stopped for us because we’ve got our own schedule: kissing, giggling, probing, breathing, taking, wanting, hoping Liking

I don’t know this Norah, this risk-taker, this thrill-seeker I alewood Cliffs, New Jersey I ht in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fk’s sake I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fking way! Yet here I am And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be What spell has this boy cast on me?

I don’t know this Norah, but I like her I’ out awhile, consider permanent asylum

The elevator door opens on the ground floor and we’re greeted and escorted out by hotel security and I suppress the urge to sit theood honest discussion about our country’s founding principles of civil liberties because that would take away from my time with Nick

So Nick and I head outside, and we’re holding hands, and still giggling, and still wet from the earlier rain and the sweat of our earlier encounter(s)(s)(s) And we are giddy, because dawn is here, we’re at the center of the world and we’re the center of our own universe, and spring is here, and the air smells wet and clean God bless Manhattan, you know, because iton a Sunday yet trash collection trucks are teeht-orange uniforht’s excesses and not even the s rain can completely wash away Eau de Times Square Urine/ Trash/Vomit, but somehow this here, this now, it feels perfect

“Where to?” Nick asks, and I say, “Home”

We’ve got to find Jessie the Yugo and find our way off this island

I have so e to plan Nick to know Sexual techniques to Google

Playlists to be created I’et some sleep I will call it “(T)rainy/Dreas with either the words rain or train in the title because he is so beautiful in the rain and one day I would like to o El like that scene in that ’80s movie Risky Business because that ay hot but seeienic; no, we’ll take a cross-country train trip with our own cabin berth with proper sheets like in an old black-and-white ” and read books aloud to each other at night while the train rolls through the Plains Off the top ofmy “(T)rainy/Dreamy” playlist for Nick will include “I Wish It Would Rain” by The Temptations, “Train in Vain (Stand by Me)” by The Clash, “It’s Raining” by Irma Thomas, “Blue Train” by Johnny Cash followed by “Runaway Train” by Rosanne Cash (oh! I’m so clever!), “Coton or the Ray Charles cover (tough call—I’ll decide later), and I will cap the ht & The Pips because that’s what it’s all about in the end, right?

We’re walking down Seventh Avenue and I don’t knoe’re going to the subway or walking all the way back to the Lower East Side or what and I don’t care