Hey. I touched his head, his salt-and-pepper hair. I wouldn’t do that. When he seemed not to have heard, I tried again. Maybe we should have a safe word. The safe word is yes, he bristled. I lay on my back, looking up at his high ceiling, trying to relax. I pretended that it was the end of yoga class and I was practicing corpse pose. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just lie there. I’m on my period, I lied. That’s okay. It doesn’t bother me. Really? But, I’m like four days into it. At this point, it kind of tastes like rust, old dried blood. He looked up, smiling. Okay, I’ll stop. Like licking
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