“G-get me o-out of he-here!” “I’m trying,” he bit out. “It’s your ass.” “If you s-say that m-my ass is f-fat, I’m g-going to s-scream.” “Your ass is perfect.” Reaching up to grease his hands with washing up liquid from his hair, he tried and failed to un-wedge my hips. “It’s this goddamn sink that’s the problem.”
