The Book of G

by Lily Archer

My mouth falls open, my breath stilling in my chest. “Are those … Why does Charles have tits?”

“I know you’re awake.” She pulls her hand back. “How do you know?” I whisper. She snorts a laugh, then sits up. “Maybe from the erection that’s trying to impale me.”

“You already knew I was wicked.”

“By the time we’re through with this trip, you’ll understand there’s no amount of wickedness I wouldn’t do for you.”

He takes a piss, and I catch a glimpse of his monstrous cock. Not that I was looking—I fucking wasn’t—but that thing is hard to miss.

“You looked like you fell off a cart, beneath a horse, down a cliff, and into a grape press.”

“Don’t go insulting other men. I’ll get jealous.”

“God, that look.” She presses her palms to my cheeks, her voice soft now. “You, G. Not you with a different face or you with a past you can remember. I’m in love with you.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses me, her lips tender against mine. “Never doubt it.”