“You don’t mean it.” “I do.” “You don’t know what you’re saying.” “Yes, I do.” “You’ll change your mind in the morning. You’ll regret it.” “I won’t regret anything.” “What happened to ‘I only have sex in a context of caring and love’?” Very softly, I answer, “Nothing.” He understands without me having to provide more. His eyes devour my face. He whispers, “Goddamn you.” “Just kiss me, A.J. You can hate me all you want tomorrow.” “No.”
