Chapter 42

“I think we should fuck,” I blurted out.

He grinned. “Yeah, why is that?”

I shrugged. “Because talking isn’t going so well, and I know we’re good at that other thing. Besides, my cell phone’s not working up here and I’m not tired yet.”

“Sounds logically illogical.”

My grin amped up. “It’s what I do best.”

He stood. “Apart from that fucking thing.”

I stood. I shrugged. I kissed him. It felt like a memory come to life. It felt nice. My body relaxed for the first time in hours. Having sex with him would be a stupid thing to do. I knew it. He knew it. Our dicks, however, remained unconvinced.

In other words, I found myself deeply entrenched up his tight, little tush not five minutes later. He panted as he writhed on the sleeping bag. I howled up at the rising moon. We came together, as we’d always done before.

“Well,” he said after we cleaned up, “that killed twenty minutes. Now what?”