You make me feel important, I said to him. When love, he asked. Well, baby, when you brush my hair in the afternoon. And when you — when I pull it too, he pushed. Yes, when you pull it too.
He sat up on the bed and pulled me closer on the floor, to kneel between his legs. The heat was unbearable and it had been raining for hours. Outside it was quite chilly. His fists clenched in my long strands of messy hair. The smoke from his cigarette was everywhere.
Be a good girl, he said. Be a good girl and open up. One day, he stated between drags, one day I’ll make an honest woman out of you. I’ll make sure when you say yes your mouth won’t be full.
He kissed me afterwards because I was important.