“Well, ‘Last time was wonderful, shall we do it again?’ would be nice, and ‘I’m too much a coward to ask for what I want’ would be truthful, and ‘I’d rather be celibate forever than fuck you again’ would at least put an end to this farrago. I’d just like you to make up your mind what you want and stick to it, that’s all, because this pissing around is—” Painful, he wanted to say. Gutting. Leaving me lonelier than just being alone would. “Fucking annoying.”
Man. He IS a stroppy bitch.
