“What are you thinking?” he asked. I blurted out the truth. “You said ‘negotiated.’ ” A confused look. “What?” “On the app. The checklist part of it, it asks about kinks. You wrote ‘if negotiated’ but didn’t elaborate.” His gaze sharpened to something so intense, I couldn’t conceive it. It was heady. A little unhinged. “You want to know what I’m into?” I nodded. “Why?” His head tilted. “Are you hoping I’ll take control? That if I’m the one calling the shots, it’ll make you feel less guilty about being with me?” Uncomfortable, how spot-on he was.
