“Do you feel like you’re in bed with a vampire?” “Yes,” he says. Then laughs. I move my hands down to his sides, where it’s safe to pinch him. “Ouch,” he laughs. “I’m injured.” I pinch him again, just above his waistband. He’s still laughing. He tries to push my arms away. “Ouch. Stop. I meant—‘not in a bad way.’”
