Tell me honestly, Nathan said. Isn’t it true that you didn’t want me to use one? I asked you to get one. Eve, Nathan said. Isn’t that what you wanted? Yes, I said slowly. Isn’t it true you didn’t want me to use a condom? Yes. Didn’t you like it that way—that I pushed you? Yes. You wanted it just like that. Yes, I said. I thought I would cry. The truth of it felt miserable, impossible, ecstatic.
