I shake my head a little. “I want to fuck you.” “Funny, I want to fuck you,” he retorts. I laugh weakly into an even weaker smile. “It’s true,” he says in a playful tone. “My best friend—” he pinches my cheeks “—has turned me on since I hit puberty. I love everything about her, and there’s not one day that I go without thinking, I’d like to fuck that girl.” He lowers his lips, those beautiful pink lips to mine, a breath away, and whispers, “So there.”
