While Clay and I were waiting for Trent to show up he looked at me and asked,
“Will it bother you if I kiss him? He and I…we have a history. It can get kind of passionate.”
For a second something like fury burst through me, but I saw it for what it was: fear. And then I thought: What’s the point of having some other dude over if we can’t kiss them, or be passionate: what’s the point of any of this if we have to censor who we are?