“We’re in a fight, just so you know,” she whispers. “I’ll sleep in Daisy’s bedroom.” Pain contorts my face. “You haven’t had sex in three days.” It’s the truth. She’s been cramming for an exam in May, and she falls asleep before we ever get that far. It’s been good, but she won’t be able to keep the routine up for long. It’s just not how her brain works. “I was going to…” I trail off as she shakes her head. “I don’t care about sex. I care about you being healthy and not drinking.”
