I think Iâm obsessed with the way people talk after sex. The rawness of it, the unraveling. Not sex itselfâno, sex is almost always⊠not what you think itâll be. Itâs not what movies promised or what your own mind built it up to be. Itâs hands and limbs and sometimes good, sometimes okay, sometimes youâre just waiting for it to end. But, the moments after.
Itâs messy, but not in the way sex is messy. Itâs messy in the way people are messy, when their guard drops and the words spill out in no particular order. The room smells like skin and warmth and whatever happened before, and somehow, this feels more intimate than the act itself.
Theyâll say something random, like how their mom used to burn toast every morning, or theyâll ask you about a scar you forgot you even had. Theyâll let a sentence fall out that feels so tender, so unguarded, and you just know they didnât mean to share itâbut now itâs yours. And maybe you say something back, maybe you donât. Maybe youâre just lying there wondering how you ended up in this moment with this person you thought you knew but didnât, not really.