The Unchosen Mate
“You know… like, there’s make up sex, but then there’s break up sex. Like you have it out one last time before you go your separate ways.”
Lo burst out laughing, her body keeling over as she fought to breathe. “Are you serious? That’s totally not a thing.”
“It is a thing,” I smiled. “A wonderful, disastrous, but wholly exciting thing.”
“So,” she mused, “How do you tell if it’s break up sex or make up sex?”
“Well,” I said sagely, stroking my chin, “it really all depends on if you ever actually break up.”
“So what… you mean you fight, then have sex, and if you stay together it’s make up sex and if you don’t then it’s break up sex?” She raised an eyebrow.
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