"Why ever do you ask," she said in a way that I'd never heard before, so playful and light. I was like Prisha was the same person when she was having sex, but less nervous, more liberated. I liked this; I wanted to see more of this girl.

"I love you and I want you to lick my asshole," I said. I was surprised that I'd said that. Both because of how those two distinct halves of my sentence made almost no sense together, and because I didn't think I meant to tell her that I loved her. But I'd said it! And I wasn't sure I didn't mean it....