“My boyfriend forgets these things easily,” Ezra says. “We fuck each other so hard every night that our short-term memory is affected from hitting our frontal lobes against the headboard.” Dex cocks his head. “Why don’t you have sex facing the other way?” “I think we’ve found where your genius lies—in sexual positions.” Ezra nudges Anton. “I think we might need to give that one a try.”
