I'm not really a fan of the analogy and I sure as hell wish it didn't apply to this situation, but it does. Maybe that part wasn't clear to me before, but it is now.Īnd you know what? Now that it's happened, it's almost like we opened a valve and released the pressure. My crazy brain was just counting down the days until I ran out of strength to resist. Of course this shit was going to happen again. But he's right, too, about what he said before. I look him dead in the eyes and say, "Like we don't fucking know it's what we want." We're both still kind of sweaty and breathing hard. "How are we supposed to know it's what we want if we never let ourselves try it?" "Sooner or later, this shit was going to happen again-we knew that," he says. I don't know what to say back to him, so you know what? I don't say anything at all. I'm pretty fucking sure he's talking about the part where my dick was in his mouth. Somehow, he still manages to catch me off guard, even now. They're just so incredibly green, fluttering in the breeze. I grab my phone, but I just hold it in my lap. We get settled back into the front seats.
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