“I know what this is,” Jake says, mouth buried in my hair. “You forget I’m just as fucked up as you are, Felix, so I know what happens after the high wears off. I loved blow, remember? That paranoia shit while you’re withdrawing fucking sucks. You don’t need to explain it to me, and you don’t need to tell me you’re sorry, okay? I’ve been through it.” I sniffle, hugging the extra pillow tighter. “I want you. I’m going to fuck you. And we’re not just going to be fucking around either. I can’t believe you’d ask me that shit.”
