“I’m sorry I’m so heavy,” she says. “You weigh next to nothing.” “You’re breathing kind of heavy.” That is because I am waging war against all my instincts. Every ounce of restraint I possess has been enlisted to prevent me from taking you right here. To sink inside you in all the ways there are and make you scream your proclamation to the entire world that you are mine. I keep all of that to myself, but I do give her another truth. “I am still working hard to suppress my anger at your stupidity, Ophelia.”