"Oh. Good about the pill."
"I wouldn't mess you up," she said. "Or me, either. I could never have an abortion. How about that tea?"
"Yes," Oliver said.
"You're a much better fuck than Donny," she said. Oliver was embarrassed and pleased. "Well look at you blush! Come on, Lover—here's a clean towel."
He dried himself and dressed. As he waited for tea, he thought about going home. Impossible. "We're in big trouble," he said.
"I knew that the first time I saw you," she said. "If my uncle finds out, I'm a goner. Milk and honey?"
"Sounds good."
Suzanne handed him a steaming mug. "I just don't get it," she said.
"How can anything that feels that right be wrong?"
"I don't know," Oliver said. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven."