"If I say the word fuck in relation to you now, to us, it's out of lust and emotion. In my more rational moments, I don't want to fuck you." My stomach plummets. "Oh. Okay. I'm sorry." He puts his big hand over mine. "What? Why are you apologizing? I want to make love to you. With you. Ravish you. Devour you. Consume you. When I said the word while we were dry humping a few minutes ago, it was shorthand for, I want you so bad that I can only utter this one word because all the blood's rushed from my brain and into my dick. Got it?" "Got it."
