Exposure
You let your ex spend the night, and you aren’t really sleeping. Instead you are pretending to sleep—the blanket way up over your head when he pushes his palm into the meaty part of your thigh, kneading your skin over and over with increasing pressure—until you can’t ignore him. You want to leave the blanket up over your head, in hopes that he’ll retreat as he has done so many times before, in hopes that he’ll go out the door into the snow that has crusted over into ice, into the frozen expanse beyond your […]