““Jesus," I said. "That was bad." Seth looked startled—and then hurt. "Bad?" "No, not performance bad—more like dirty, wicked bad. The kind of stuff that gets an R rating." "What, we can't do that?" He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck. "Well, yeah...er, well, damn it. We're not supposed to be. Not at all. It's just that last time, it was like...I don't know. It was making love. This time it was..." "Fucking?" he supplied. "Oh God," I groaned. "Seth Mortensen just said 'fucking' out loud. The end times are near.””
