“Why don’t we go upstairs and fuck.”
Thus said Red last night, decisively ending what had become a somewhat angsty conversation about where we are and where we’re going in our, air quotes, relationship. It was in direct response to my statement “I just don’t understand what we’re doing”; I thought it was a perfectly apt reply.
It’s the next day, though, and I still don’t understand what we’re doing. I do know that Red is exquisite. When she is naked, I don’t care what we’re doing. I don’t care about anything. Her body is hypnotic and I just want to lose myself in it.