I’m about to ask her if she’s on anything. I’m clean, and if she’s covered, nothing can stop me from sliding into the wet cunt I’ve been dreaming about, for better or worse, for the better part of a month. And then my fucking phone rings. Her body tenses. My body tenses. Deep down, I know we’re fucked and not in the way I thought we’d be a minute ago. Because I know I just lost her.
