“Hey,” I say. His nostrils work. “Hey, killer.” I clear my throat. “You look so much more dignified, now that I’ve de-shed you. Cuter, too. Just like that hot guy. From that movie.” “What movie?” “All of them.” I wet my lips. Look down at my toes. “Serena.” There is something in his tone, something that I refuse to contemplate, something I need to cover up quickly.
Oh when they finally get down its going to be filthy.
