“My first god damn fuck, and it ended with the guy yanking out, shooting that smelly shit all over me and leaving. Her mom that morning over breakfast told me she wanted to go get a spray tan and feel sexy. You got everything handled in here? I heard an odd sound and realized it was me, my fingernails grinding into the grout between the tiles. “
“To protect you. But I supported her, still not feeling like ending the relationship quite yet. I’m sorry, I just don’t trust you anymore.” She gave me one last longing look, and walked out of the kitchen. I got a two.”
“Yeah, yours looks perfect.”
“Thank you. I had fans in all the windows sucking out hot cooking air and supplanting it with cooler evening air. And milk chocolate brown. I put and arm around her waist and gripped her hair in my other hand and forced her to my face and kissed her, but her protesting yells were dangerously close to out sounding the fans.
