Camille shoots me a pained look, and I immediately regret my stupid comment. Why can I never think of the right thing to say to her? I always knew how to get what I wanted from women before. It was easy to manipulate them. But I don’t want to manipulate Camille. I want us to be in that space we sometimes stumble into by accident, where we understand each other. Where everything is clear between us. I can never seem to get there intentionally. The harder I try, the more I fuck it up.
