I could close my eyes, but I don't. I look into his face instead and smile. This moment, this moment. Will he remember it afterwards?

"Good," I say, and he climbs on top of me. He licks my face, quite delicately, and I smile.

"I want you to do what you want with me. I won't mind. I think I like whatever you do to me."

"I don't want you just not mind," I say - very fiercely, which surprises me. "I want you to want." I pull him down and roll him under me again in the grass, kiss his face again and again. He smells of blood and like a young human and like the grass he made. I suck on the mess I've made of his neck.