"You Know Me..."

"I miss your skin," Lucky tells me as we're walking down the main street in town.

"Huh?" I reply.

"It's so soft." He kisses my hand.

I only remember having sex with him twice. The first time, hours after we met. I'm not even sure what we did would be considered "sex" by the usual, standard definition. In other words, I don't remember if he put it in. I do recall making sure he wore a condom.

The second time, I gracefully threw up in the dorm's toilet while he held my hair, and then I insisted rather forcefully that we fuck. Again, I don't remember if we ever actually did.

"You know me, I haven't changed," Lucky tells me after we have a minor argument over whether or not we should make out.