79: Stranger

I hook my leg over Damien's hip.

Our sex was mind-blowing once again. He rocked my fucking world. I don't think I've ever enjoyed sex, not like this. It was almost always disappointing in the past, and not at all worth the effort. With Damien, I have no regrets. As a matter of fact, I want more. I can't get enough of it.

He's smoking a cigarette. He always does after we have sex. It's the most relaxing shit ever. He passes it to me and I take a drag. We share the cigarette until it's finished, and he crushes it against the nightstand. We're staring at each other now, and I've never felt this comfortable under a man's scrutiny. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that when I'm with him, I forget my insecurities, and I don't know if it's because I'm literally a different person with him or if it's because he makes me feel secure and comfortable in my own skin.

"I want to ask you something," I say.

He caresses my thigh. He doesn't hesitate, which is a good thing. Right? "Go ahead."

I hav