Spandex And Satin
My crush discovers what I'm into: pink spandex, and her. “Hey.” I hear Iris’s voice behind me and sidestep out of her way, preparing to discreetly watch her pass by. Watching Iris is one of my little pleasures in life, and with college being a lot more all-night cram sessions and a lot fewer debauched parties than I was led to believe, I’ll take what I can get. “Hey,” she repeats. I move all the way over, so my shoulder is up against the wall of the corridor. “Hey, Kevin!” It s...