Revisiting - Egan Thorne

Revisiting | Egan Thorne

His head rests on my chest. I haven’t taken my shirt off just yet — later, I end up tossing it happily on the floor of his new studio apartment. My fingers glide through his tight, curly hair.

I remember him three years ago, in his dorm room, telling me that getting his head scratched is his favorite.

We watch a short documentary on Netflix. He exclaims something about wanting to incorporate minimalism into a daily routine. I listen and think how I want to exclaim that I want to kiss him softly, roughly, everything in-between.

Kissing breaks his rules — I had my chance. We lay in our underwear, pressed together. We do everything but kiss or fuck. I content myself in the tender moment and learn to take it for what it is. Nothing more, nothing less.

I realize it’s been a few hours; my car is in a timed parking garage. I get up to leave. “I’m definitely not going to go home and think about this the second I lay down.” “I’m definitely not laying down and doing anything the second you leave.”

I get to my car and hear my phone. Venmo. Five dollars for parking. A gold medal emoji.

A couple weeks later, I remember the documentary, and I get rid of my television.

Egan Thorne is a freelancer and editor living in Columbus, Ohio. If he’s not obsessing over his latest music find, he’s probably tending to his many houseplants or grabbing his fifth coffee of the day.