“You got one bed with your boyfriend?” “Yes.” I open my overnight bag on the floor. “He’s my boyfriend.” His eyes narrow upon me and I roll mine back. “Yes, Thayer, I planned on fucking my boyfriend tonight, but he bailed.” His face reddens. “Don’t … don’t say that again.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Men are so weird. Obsessed with sex, but God forbid a woman be open about it.” He wets his lips. “That’s not … just … fuck.”
