I agreed to come here, to be in this space with him, knowing we would end up here. Not just because he doesn’t have any damn furniture, which significantly limits our options for fucking anywhere else, but also because this is where I want the first meaningful sexual encounter I’ve had in years to happen. In a bed he sleeps in every night, wrapped in sheets that smell like him. And when we’re done, I want to lay my head on his chest and fall asleep listening to the sound of his heart beating.
