Alisa sighed my name softly as I kissed her neck, gripped my arm so hard her nails dug into my skin, told me she loved me as she guided my hands up her stomach. This wasn’t the lead-up to anything. It just was. 

She fucked skinny redheaded boys and plaid-wearing heroin users. I fucked self-proclaimed critical theorists who made self-deprecating dick jokes and girls who cried after sex every time because they didn’t want to be gay.