And So I’ll Let You Go, And

Bad Things Can Happen To Anyone At Any Time, Whether You Follow The Rules Or Not.

It's Just Jessica And Marcus, Oxymoronically Alone Together.

See, My Idea Of Cute Comes With An Iq Requirement. It's Geeky Cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, Not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, Not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, Yes Please! Brad Pitt, No Thank You.

Then Again Maybe There's Something That I've Been Doing In The Privacy Of My Own Bedroom My Whole Life That I Think Is Perfectly Normal But Is Actually Illegal In Thirty-two States.

And Now, As I'm Lying Alone In My Own Bed, I Keep Thinking About Writhing Against Him Last Night, Naked And Vulnerable. Even After We'd Both Risen And Fallen, Peaked And Plummeted, Even After Marcus Was Physically Shrinking From Inside Me, I Couldn't Stop Clutching, Crying, Trying. Trying To Pull Him Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Within. Trying To Make Him More A Part Of Me Than I Am Myself.