“You came too, didn’t you?” At this, he looks away from me. He straightens my clothes with no help from me whatsoever. I just keep staring at his face, his beautiful sharp face. “What? Are you embarrassed that you came? It’s okay. I came too. Like a fucking train.” When he’s done he lifts his eyes to me. “I know. You flooded my mouth.” I bite my lip, smiling like a lunatic. “You always get drunk after an orgasm?”
