I tilt my head toward the hallway and lead him toward my bedroom. As soon as we’re in my room, I gesture to the wall. He’s silent for several beats, his eyes on the hole and then on my dildo now lying on my bed with the chunk of drywall still attached to the base. His eyes volley back and forth as he puts the pieces together, and then his lips twitch in a smile that he fights back. “You must’ve really been going at it,” he finally says.
