Free Hoax by Lila Felix

must be broken.  Sean was a sweetheart.  He stopped on the side of the road and waited with me until the tow truck arrived and then brought me home.  He was a ball of nerves, it was cute.  Of course, as soon as I hugged him in appreciation, Abel shows up and staked his claim on me.  I should be offended.  My feminism teacher at Wellsley would be so pissed that I let him do that.  But truth be told, I didn’t mind letting Sean think that I belonged to Abel.  It was a wistful thought. 
                  I drug myself out of the tub and threw some pajamas on.  I plugged in my phone, which had died sometime on my drive home.  And I had left my car charger in my truck.  I set the alarm on my phone for early.  I needed to call Angela and tell her about the car and go get her curtains from the trunk at the repair place.  I don’t even remember putting the phone down or turning off the lamp.  I just passed out.
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                  I called Angela at seven in the morning, it was eight in Florida where they were staying.  I thought she may be angry with me but she exuded sympathy and concern.  She said she would call the repair shop and make sure the car was safe for me to drive before it was returned.  She must’ve asked me thirty times if I was ok.  I appreciated her worry.  It was better than her being pissed off.  I grabbed the keys to my truck and rode over to the repair shop and retrieved Angela’s beloved, whatever expensive fabric they were made from, curtains. 
                  I jumped back into the truck and noticed the flashing ‘hot donuts’ sign from the hole in the wall town’s donut shop.  I passed by the drive thru and picked up a dozen and two coffees.  I parked in the driveway right next to Abel’s truck and got the curtains out first.  For the price Angela paid for them, I was almost afraid to touch them.  I ran back out to get the donuts and coffees but didn’t see Abel yet, so I texted him.
                  Me: I have hot donuts and coffee and me . 
                  He didn’t answer me so I washed my hands and sat at the island and got one of the hot fried rounds and bit off a huge bite.  I heard the side door open and smiled.  I knew he couldn’t stay away for long.  I slid his coffee to the other side of the island and waited for him to sit down.  He sauntered in.  I looked briefly and he wore a pair of navy blue basketball shorts paired with a gray t shirt and his signature navy baseball cap.  His longish honey colored hair curled upwards at the back of the hat and wasn’t that just the cutest thing.  And his shirt—in all my life I’ve never loved a plain gray t shirt as much as I did in that moment.  It was made for him.  He smiled and straightened his cap under my observation.  Before I knew it, he was next to me.  I tried to hand him his coffee and he shook his head ‘no’.  So I picked up the box of donuts and tried to hand him one of those. Again, the negative head shake.
                  “I don’t have anything else Abel!” I threw my hands in the air in a sign of giving up.
                  “You said, coffee, donuts, you. I’m just switching the order.”  He closed the distance between us and when he kissed me this time it was as if he were a man deprived of something, deprived of me and he was making sure that he got his fill.  He slowed it down until he was placing light, gentle pecks on my now swollen lips.
                  “Good morning.” He whispered.  His lips moved against mine as he said it.
                  “Good morning.” I croaked out.  I repeated what he said but in reality I didn’t even know if it was dusk or dawn at this point. 
                  He grabbed a donut and his coffee and sat across from me all casual-like, as if he didn’t just make my day.  Hell, he just made my