“Fuck.” I say it loud and crisp. “If you could fuck, then you were cured. Cause everybody knows to be a functional adult, you need to keep your dick hard for sex with someone you don’t actually want, right?” I frown at his shocked face, feeling numb and frozen. “I’m being too glib?” “No.” It’s a soft whisper. “Have you heard enough, Josh? It’s a good time for a break. You wanna pour a drink?” I ask him. “No,” he murmurs.
