Beside me, Frankie is curled up on Kody’s chest. She’s so much smaller than him, like a child sleeping on a giant, hugging his bicep with both arms as he holds her in place. And the legs entwined with mine? Yeah, those are his. Better his legs than the fully erect limb between them. I have no interest in going near that thing. Not purposefully. Not accidentally. Not even when it’s inside the hole I want to be in.
