I’ll likely be crying out his name in post-carb overload bliss. But that’s part of my problem. I’m thinking about the various ways I could cry out his name. Something I’ve never ever done before with anyone. That alone should have me keeping my distance from him. And I hate that thought. I hate that I no longer trust myself with my friend because he foolishly and unthinkingly planted his lips on mine and now looks at me as if he suddenly discovered I am in fact female and wear panties that he might in fact be interested in discovering the color of.
