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"At the game, you mean The sex was stellar"

She doesn’t answer, but her practiced silence ticklesback here, at the start of it all, have you feeling nostalgic?" I ask her over rab the remote

"No," she says, and then shovesto be an asshole

Even if I am, just a little

We sit down next to each other--definitely not touching--waiting for the gah the silence and when I look at her, she cheekily punctures the top and slides the straw into the side of herfuck I a near her is that I know she’s not trying to flirt She isn’t a cocktease She’s just honestly that cute

I look away from her mouth and back to the television "I’ht it was ti our Titans, and drop down into theabout kissing her, being with her is surprisingly effortless We can just hang, talk or not talk--it’s easy either way It’s like being with a guy friend I just really want to bang

Wait, no

I fuaht sht you had been practicing?"

"Just had a ent that leftback at the screen "I don’t think I want to know"

We drop in again, and this time the action continues for ten, twenty, thirty minutes Our elbows collide as ork the controllers, and London shoves Ritz crackers into her mouth the same way I do--in handfuls, in the few seconds we have between bouts of action I’ether, and itin love with a girl who plays video games, eats crackers like Cookie Monster, surfs, and bartends feels in some ways like the perfect male fantasy, but it’s also a little shadowed because I know there is irls--for oing to define this entire decade, or even the rest of this year I’ to leave for law school in a matter of months, and it will require me to have true responsibility away from my family But what does London even want out of life?

I’ht when she does so really stupid--hits the jump control instead of fire--and is killed

"Da truck!"

I turn to her, sht "Did I just kick your ass?"

"I think that’s an exaggeration" She looks at her watch "We were playing for--"

I interrupt her, leaning in "You were totally thinking about my penis just then, weren’t you?"

She throws her empty juice box at me and her eyes widen when I catch it before it hitsher squarely in the chest

London lunges fora pillow and shter hits h, where chest hing through a flurry of her fingers digging down, tickling--and what itforeplay,at her hands, darting ers between her arrab a pillow froht in the face

She shoves--hard--sending me off the couch and onto the floor, where she dives ontoand yelling and one of us knocks the sleeve of Ritz crackers to the floor and it crunches under her shoulder when I roll over to hover above her, getting the upper hand and finding the place on her waist that, when prodded with a long finger, makes her wail in hysterics