That's the best fuckin' plan I've heard all night. Pushing gently at his shoulder, I crawl over him toward my side of the bed, but I don't get far. I end up stretched out along his side with one leg thrown over his, my cheek still resting against his shoulder.

I wasn't careful. I was never fucking careful, and it'll be a miracle if I'm not diseased. But I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Talking isn't gonna help shit. I just wanna sleep.