“We talked about that.”
“I need to hear it again.”
I held his gaze.
“Then we do only what you want. Forever, if that is what you need.”
His mouth trembled.
“You would miss sex.”
“Yes.”
“But you would stay.”
“Yes.”
“What if I want to try something and panic halfway through?”
“We stop.”
“What if I want it one day and hate the thought of it the next?”
“We listen to the day we are in.”
“What if you are close and I tell you no?”
“I stop.”
He searched my face.
“No anger?”
“I may feel frustrated. I will manage that frustration myself.”
“You make it sound simple.”
“The rule is simple. Feelings rarely are.”
His palm pressed against my chest.
“I want closeness.”
“We have closeness.”
“I want sexual things too. Sometimes.”
“All right.”
“But not everything.”
“All right.”
“I don’t know what belongs on the list.”
“We do not need a list tonight.”
“What do we do?”
