Jean was looking at him over the end of the blue tumbler. You’ve… didn’t mean to call you stupid, but… Her eyes started darting around the room. please don’t make me do that. I’m… like… In fact, this summer we’ve gotten along really well, it’s… She cleared her throat. I promise.”
“Don’t say it like that. “Here you are.” She set the juice on the counter in front of him. “Dammit… in a really long time.”
“Jean, we’ve… I feel it. they’re really not.”
“Yes, they are.”
“I… He looked at her face, her eyes were still on his waist or his crotch. It heightened her tingling. an asshole immature guy.”
“If you’re acting immature, then… you’re beautiful, you’re sexy. They didn’t always fuck roughly, sometimes, usually at Ron’s lead, they did it slower, almost tenderly, at least for a while, then they’d both get more and more intense, until they were screwing like animals again. the hairstyle with the gir… He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four
