[Eliot nodded affirmatively. He had no words. No proper words. But he had never been in a situation even remotely close to this, so he had nothing to go off of. Sure, moving forward seemed like a good idea, but he felt like he had to say something.]

I don't wish you were a woman. Just so we're clear. I just assumed-- but

[He scratched his neck and his fingers brushed over no fewer than two tender points where he assumed there were hickeys. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with someone that had marked him up like this. Good times. Wait. He was in the middle of a sentence.]




[...Where the hell had be been going with that?]