rolled my eyes. I married a lame in disguise. “Point is, I thought we said sex was off the table.” “Sex is off the table.” He paused to lick those perfect, smooth, brown lips of his. “Unless you change your mind and tell me otherwise. And then you know, I’ma have to do what I gotta do.” It was the wink he did after that, that made me say to my vagina, ‘Bitch, I think we want to get fucked here.’
