I was on his lap. Not between his thighs, but on him. The side of my face was sealed up against his chest. He smelled spicy and dark, and for a brief moment, I wondered how bad I had to smell. I hadn’t put deodorant on in… I didn’t even know how long it had been since we’d gotten here. I’d sweated. I hadn’t showered. My skin was grimy and oily, and now that I thought about it, my head itched like hell. Then there was everything else wrong with me. But I was on top of him.
