Some time after our hookup – time just seems to bleed together with him – night descends, and we order two pizzas and pig out on my bed. When we’re full and sleepy, I clear my throat, my legs all wrapped in his. (Another thing I notice around him is that I want my hands to be on him at all times. He just makes me feel warmer. I was never like that with anyone before, which I chalked off to my distant father and his habit of never, ever hugging me.) “Okay, let’s start the lessons now. I have so many questions for you. About the whole…the whole gay thing.”
