A moment 48later, I’m horizontal with him, wedged tight between the length of his body and the back of the couch. “Oh,” I hear myself say. Just that: Oh. Lazlo’s reply is a vague grunt, followed by a tightening of his grip. I can feel every cord of his muscles pressing against me, and it should be a new and destabilizing experience, but it seems disturbingly familiar.
HEHEHE HE REALLY SAID NO TALK LETS CUDDLE NOWWWWW
