“I don’t hug after sex,” I blurt out. She looks up at me sleepily. “What do you do?” “Leave.” “Alright, then.” She waves at the tent entrance. “Off you go.” I scowl at her. She scowls right back. “You’ve literally spent all night hugging me. But here is where you draw the line?” She rolls over, snuggling crossly into the blanket. “You may not have noticed this, but I didn’t actually ask you for a hug. Prick.” “Good.” “Good.”
