Chapter 6

“Milk, eggs, ham, cheese, ice cream and clothespins.”

“Well, ya know, if we’re gonna hang out…”

“Excellent.”

I heard water running. Kit was washing his hands after touching the groceries. Maybe wiping them down, too. Safe sex had a whole new meaning. Imaginary sex was the safest. I pictured a water fight with the dish sprayer. After grinding into Kit’s wet, see-through white briefs up against the refrigerator, I’d peel them off him so we could fuck on his kitchen counter.

“What ‘cha thinking?” he asked.

“Um…Movies,” I managed. “What do you like?”

“If I tell you, you’ll buy me one.”

“Ha. I have a lot to choose from. I’m sort of a homebody. My ex wanted to keep clubbing every night, which, once I hit twenty-six, just felt kind of…sad. That was probably too much information.”