“I want to give you oral sex,” Luís says to me. We are lying on my couch together, drinking each other in.
I pause. I know that these are only words. I have rolled my eyes at so many of my female friends when their partners said only what they wanted to hear. The promise of attention. The promise that they loved them. The promise of change. And yet, here I am, believing his prayer like a horny gospel.
It is a Friday afternoon.
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