I Move On Instantly
Language: en
New Year’s Day, I visited my childhood friend’s home. Archer extended a hand from the bathroom, his voice languid, “Asteria, could you grab my pajamas?” His mom, spatula in hand, burst out of the kitchen. “How old are you? Asteria’s a girl, you know, you should avoid impropriety.” Archer emerged, wrapped in a towel, utterly unfazed. “What’s the big deal?” He wasn’t wrong. This was our third year of a secret relationship. We’d long since done things far more intimate. His mom shot him a glare. “It didn’t matter before, you two grew up together, naturally closer than others. But not anymore.…