Hopefully-only-kind-of-fake psychic.

“As much as I want to get high and have you sodomize me again …” you sigh with a little actual, genuine disappointment, “fake psychic sounds about right. Maybe one of them isn’t?”

“Agreed,” he says, already heading to the door with his keys out.

“Oh my God, you think you get to drive just because I’m the girl?” you taunt as you walk to his car.

“You hate driving,” he answers with an incredulous look, both of you getting in after the beep of it unlocking sounds.

“Oh, right.” As he pulls out of the driveway, you look out into the distance. This is all so strange, but you’re excited. You feel great, emotionally. It’s just the anxiety of making sure it goes the way you want that’s haunting you now. Not to mention that you’re still all glow-y from the absolutely vicious way your orgasms rattled your brain.

“So, any notes?” Alex asks, glancing at you only momentarily. You look back at him, eyebrow raised questioningly. “With the sex.”