Do you like it when I use those dirty words? All those verbs, and always, always me? Or do you like it better when I whisper lewd things I could be doing to you when we’re in a crowded place? Is it the willingness to do all those inappropriate things in all the wrong places? Or maybe it’s that eagerness to try new things? What about that list I’m keeping of all the things we’ve tried together? In writing, in order, you like that, don’t you? My attention to detail? The ever-increasing imagination?

Oh, I know what it is. It’s this crazy inconspicuousness, the way you can introduce me to anyone, and they’d never, ever guess.

That’s your favourite thing.

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