Page 139 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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Obi clearly isn’t a bad person, says my angel.

He could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, says my devil.

I look over at Vass, Jenny, and The Coven,

who are now holding hands

and chanting something.

“Why do you wanna go to your bedroom?” I ask.

“To kiss you,” Obi says, smiling again,

and leaning his body into mine.

“You can kiss me here,”

I say, in a low-key panic,

knowing I’m not ready

to do anything more than kiss.

“I’d prefer to do it in private,” he says.

“You know, I’ve been dying to get you alone

from the moment I met you.”

I don’t feel I can trust myself

or Obi if I’m not clear, here

and now, before we go upstairs.

I remember what Mum said

about verbal consent,

boundaries, and limits.

“Just kissing and nothing more.”

“Of course,” says Obi, sitting upright.

“Have I offended you?” I ask.

“No,” Obi says forcefully.

I can feel he’s about to get sulky.

I feel guilty.

Maybe I led him on.

I did come on strong

with my flirting

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