“Last year, back in New York, I kept having sex with guys I didn’t even like, just hoping for five minutes of cuddling after,” I confess, humiliation dancing in my gut as I wait for him to judge me for it. It’s not exactly the most masculine thing either, is it? Putting up with sex and hoping to cuddle. Alex rubs his thumb back and forth slowly against my stomach and then presses a soft kiss to my skin. “We don’t have to do that. If you’d rather cuddle and skip the sex part, I can live with that.”
:(((
