“I can’t even look at you right now,” he mumbles. “Why?” I laugh, planting a kiss on the side of his neck. I take a whiff of him; he smells so, so good and tastes salty. “Because he came in one minute and forty-seven seconds!” Hannah shouts from her bedroom. “I timed it. Sorry folks—I am what I am!” “Jesus Christ, why is she like that?” Abe moans, mouth grimacing. “I don’t know, babe. She just is.”
