“I could fuck you very nicely right now,” he says into my ear. He sounds honest, and a bit resigned. “I almost did.” “I’m sorry. I never imagined it would lead to . . .” “I know. I’m just really . . .” His lips move against my forehead, soft and warm. “I’ve never felt like this.” “Like what?” “Turned on. Smitten. And . . . and other things.” I feel the exact same.
