And even then, she reminds herself, This isn’t serious. This isn’t dangerous. It’s like swimming because the water is warm. It’s not like you have to drown yourself in him. It’s weird, how they understand each other. He says, Let’s take it slow, and she says, Yeah. But even as they say that, they both know that nothing slow is going to happen. They are filthy wet, but they don’t want to leave.
