and suddenly I’m reminded of the time I told my situationship about the fact that I wrote a book, and he immediately looked me dead in the eye and asked, “is it erotica?”
oh my god I remember it so well, I answered something like, “how the fuck did you guess??” because hello how tf did u clock me, I’ve told you nothing that could hint it
and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes with grey rings around his irises, and he put down his glass of red wine, leaned forward with that damn smirk of his, lowered his voice, and said, “sex is art. what could be more intriguing to write about than that?”

















