Kalmin was touch-starved. He wanted a relationship where someone would hold him. He wanted a relationship where he could feel reassured someone else loved him. He wanted someone to kiss him and hug him and taste him and f**k him.
The thing about summer is that you end up pondering the stupidest things.
Summer: time of afternoon naps, cold showers and existential crises. Time isn’t real in summer. Reality is altered. Your body is thrown out of whack. You hunger what you don’t have. You long what you hated. It’s just you and your mind and body.
Summer: time of afternoon naps, cold showers, existential crises, and painfully frequent m**********n sessions. He was bored. And he was alone. Why not make it a little exciting?
Kalmin’s love life sucked for his libido.
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