An Untitled Work of Fiction: Chapter 4
I distinctly remember a cute boy I worked with in my first year of college putting his head on my shoulder. Our legs were also touching, so I thought my entire body would explode.
When He Wouldn't Have Penetrative Sex With Me
Jess, 2010s
The weekend after I moved into my apartment from our shared house, a snowstorm hit. I still had a few boxes we'd planned on exchanging over steak and wine, and the snow wasn't going to get in my way. I hadn't seen him in five days and felt anxious; the kind of nervousness reserved for a first, or even more so, a second date. I got to the house knowing we'd have sex and had prepared for it by wearing a deep red teddy he had never seen before.
