"Of course you do," I say, "can't you tell?" I smile at him. "Your foot," I say, looking at him. "It's... whole." I think I remember it being hurt before. I take my own clothes off and straddle him. My blood's running down my chest, and a few drops splash onto his face. I lean forward and lick them off. "I want you to do what you want with me," I say. "I won't mind. I think I like whatever you do to me." I say it confidently. I'm sure, somehow, that whatever Micah and I do to each other is...as it should be.