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Note: This is a response to MiladyAlise's piece, Momentum. Just to show you guys can be like that too.

I’m burning up. Really, really hot. Everything is heat, and so are you. So I get up. That’s innocent, right?

“Hey, where are you goin’?”

“Just need to get a drink of water.”

I grab a cup and fill it with some seltzer water from the fridge. It’s cold and refreshing. Better than sex. Right now, anyway.

You’re up too, sitting naked on the swivel chair. I think of how much you’ve given. It’s a lot. You’re thinking about something, I can tell.

“I have a question. It’s a little weird.”

“Uh huh?”

“What song would you use to characterize our relationship? One that we both know.”

Odd question, but I guess that’s how you think about music. Always in the context of someone you know. And at this moment, all of the songs are about me. It’s a scary thought.

“I can think of some, but not any you would know.”

“What song is it?”

“Hey by The Pixies.”

“Oh, The Pixies.”

You say it in a dismissing fashion, as if The Pixies meant that you would never get it. The Pixies were my thing, not yours and not ours.

I sit back down on the edge of the bed, putting my glass on the shelf above. You’re still sitting on her chair, sinking into thought. Things have slowed to a halt, and we could probably sit here like this all night. But if I let that happen, all this will haunt me.

“Come back… please?”

“No.”

But you say it in your little kid voice, so I know you don’t mean it.

“Pweeeze?”

You smile and prance over, lying down next to me. And you wait. There’s nothing left to do now, my next move is already made for me.

I slide my hand into the moist place between your legs, and it begins. Again.