‘I feel like we’d have really good sex,’ he says, wiping away the wet from his bottom lip. Normally I’d hate that kind of pressure levelled on an encounter because it sets you up to disappoint and I do better when I’m proving something wrong. It makes me worried that I might forget what to do, like where your legs go when you’re on top or how to move your hips. But right now, I know what he says to be true.
