‘Jacob comes home drunk. Seriously, crazily drunk. He presents himself to me awkwardly, swaying a little due to his intoxication. He falls down on top of me, woozy and half asleep and hard. He’s sweating and and he nuzzles me, smelling of musk and liquor. He’s in no real condition do do anything fun, but his mumbled declarations of what he intends to do once he’s sober are enough for me to comfort myself after he passes out.’

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