“So, you’ve convinced me to spend this weekend with you and we’re going to spend it lying in bed and watching shitty reality TV?” “Is it so bad that I just want to spend time with you, Pen?” he asks, grabbing my waist and resting his head on my lap. I play with his hair and realize how completely and truly fucked I am—this is more than just sex, and that’s not what I bargained for. Too late now.
