I was at Mark's home.
I went in. As ridiculous as Eric's idea had been, as preposterous as it seemed, I had to find out myself. So I went to the source-- I went to Mark-- and clearly he was surprised.
I went in.
The place seemed cold. Then I realized it was because of the heat that was coming from Mark. He stood there, in a towel, fresh from the shower. I could tell he was glad I was there. I could tell he thought this would end up in sex... but I had no intention of that. I was still livid from what he'd done to me. From what both he and Eric had done.
I stood there.
"Can I get you something? A beer?"
"Mark, Eric told me he thinks you're the stalker."
A long pause.
"What?" he asked and smiled.
"I know, it's pretty bizarre but then these are pretty wild times we're in, aren't they? I mean, lies, deceit... sex in public places...adultery..."
"I hope you realize how stupid this idea is. I can't believe Eric would go this far. I mean, the guy's pretty unstable anyway but... this is a good one. So, he... does he have any evidence that would substantiate this?"
"A correlation between the notes from the stalker and some lovely little notes from you."
"He showed you those?"
"He did. So much for this whole thing 'being Eric's idea.' So much for there ever being a chance that I'd believe a word you said. What are you about, Mark? Jesus, when you came back into my life... did you just happen to find me at my yard sale? Or did you know where I lived and did you plan that too?"
A long pause.
"I planned to see you. I never got over you, Andrew. I think that's pretty clear. I love you. But stalking... Haha! No offense, I mean you're pretty damn hot, but not that hot..."
I looked at him-- this snide ego maniac-- standing, lean and dark, tanned in his white towel... hair wet, drops of water still on his shoulders. I turned to go. He stopped me. Took my wrist. I tried to pull away but he had a firm grip.
"Gonna add rape to your list of kinky desires?" I asked.
He smiled, "Like I always say, can't rape the willing."
And he kissed me. Hard. Soap, shampoo, his clean body...
I kissed him back, hard. I bit his lip. Hard. He deserved it.
"Ummmmmm," he moaned. "I like that."
I bit him again.
The towel dropped. He was naked in front of me.
I grabbed him with my hands and pulled his arms over his head, he moaned again. "I like that. Do it, Andrew... Do it!"
