"Of course I can keep a secret," The boy answered. The man who used to be a triangle petted the boy's cheek. He pressed his lips to the boy's. The boy opened his mouth and the man's tongue found its way inside, touching each tooth in the boy's mouth. The boy's hands crept around the man's back, pressing the man who used to be a triangle closer to the boy until he was on top of him. The man's hands tangled in the boy's hair and brushed his birthmark with a velvet touch of starlit beauty. Maybe this was secret.
