Forget Me Not

by Julie Soto

You can ask for what you’re worth.”

This!

“What the fuck is on your lips?” She blinks quickly, and then reaches up as if I’ve told her she has a mustache. “No, I mean…” I sigh. “Is that some designer shit? Is that why it doesn’t get messed up when I’m kissing you?” “It’s Hazel Renee,” she says simply. As if that answers it. “I don’t give a fuck who it is. I want you to look debauched when I’m debauching you.”

Giggling!