“I’m scared.”
“That’s okay. Scoot your ass to the edge of the bed.”
“You’ve never—“
“Of course I haven’t.”
“You’ve always— you said it— you thought I was pretty. Down there.”
“I did.”
“But…”
“But.”
“Ah! It’s cold.”
“That’s okay, too.”
“‘Okay.’ I— I’m never going to be okay again, am I?”
“That’s a myth. Vaginas are elastic.”
“That’s not— you know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“You always —nnf!— know.”
“I know you have a question you want to ask.”
“That’s why I’m scared. Ngh!”
“But you need to ask. You’ve earned your answer.”
“Gguh— God! God please! Oh— wh— whuuungh— ohfuckohchrist!”
“Say the words.”
“…when did you stop loving me?”
“Any minute now, baby. Any minute now.”