Page 122 of Cruel Steps

Emerson: I miss you, too. So, if you are, then I am, too.

Magic 8-ball: I’m okay with that, then.

Emerson: Good. *Smiling face*

Emerson: So, Holden and I had to share a bed. *Pic attached*

Magic 8-ball: Oh my god, I can’t wait to blow this up. How did he get out?

Emerson: It was touch and go.

Magic 8-ball: Any stories to tell me about the bed?

Emerson: Nope.

Magic 8-ball: Mer…

Emerson: Yes?

Magic 8-ball: You don’t have to hide your feelings from me.

Emerson: I’m not.

Magic 8-ball: If you say so.

Emerson: Fine. I don’t know what I feel. It’s complicated. It’s there, but then he pulls away. I’m tired of being yo-yoed.

Magic 8-ball: You guys should either fuck and clear the air or talk, then fuck.

Emerson: So basically your solution is to fuck.

Magic 8-ball: With Holden, yes. He needs to get out of his head. You both do.

Emerson: I know you said you’re okay with it. But it feels strange to be this open.

Magic 8-ball: I’ve accepted who I am and what I like. If it was Cody, then it would be different.

Emerson: It will never be Cody.

Magic 8-ball: I believe you. I think I know why, but it’s not my place to ask.

Emerson: You’re a good person, Colter.

Magic 8-ball: Speaking of being good… does this mean I get a video?

Emerson: You want one?

Magic 8-ball: So bad.

Emerson: Okay, I’ll make one before bed.

Magic 8-ball: I can’t wait.

Magic 8-ball: And sweetheart, if something happens with Holden, let it. We can all talk about it when you’re back.

Emerson: Nothing is going to happen.

Magic 8-ball: I’m not sure who is more stubborn.