"Why ever do you ask," she said in a way that I'd never heard before, so playful and light. I was like Prisha was the same person when she was having s*x, but less nervous, more liberated. I liked this; I wanted to see more of this girl.
"I love you and I want you to lick my asshole," I said. I was surprised that I'd said that. Both because of how those two distinct halves of my sentence made almost no sense together, and because I didn't think I meant to tell her that I loved her. But I'd said it! And I wasn't sure I didn't mean it. I looked at Prisha and suddenly became terrified that I'd freaked her out. But she was smiling even brighter than before and there were tears in the corner of her eye. She laughed and her voice cracked a little.
"Do you mean that? Do you love me?" she said.
