QUOTE : don’t want to fuck with your head.” he whispers. “I wish I hadn’t ever done that.”<br />But it’s not my head that needs fucking. <br />“Come over here,” I say. “Please.”<br />“No fucking way.” he replies<br />“I can make you.”<br />He laughs. “Did you smoke some pot while I was our, Canning?”<br />I laugh too, and it’s such a relief. Because it means I haven’t wrecked everything. But I lift my hips, peel off my briefs, and throw them at his head. He bats them away, smiling in the dark.<br />Kicking the sheet off, I put my hand on my dick. And he stops laughing.