“Kiss me, you motherfucker.” she breathed. I was fucking Molly against the bathroom wall. xxx We shared a beat. “What?”
“You just finished your shower, right?” I asked. It would always play out the same way. I can’t trust how I feel around you. I heard it’s bad for your skin.”
“Yeah?” I asked, looking down my body. I, uh, saw a counsellor recently.”
“Hey, good for you.” Molly said warmly, rubbing my shoulder supportively. “I don’t, not really.” she rebutted. So when I’m citing what you said when I’m asking to go forward, I need you to trust that’s what you said to me, and that’s why I’m saying it right back. Confident about sex. “When you live so close to a place you kind of forget to check it out and play tourist from time to time.”
“Yeah!
