I read your poem," I croaked. "'Fall.'"<br />Then something I never thought would happen, happened: Marcus Flutie was shocked by something I said.<br />"You did?" he said. "I thought you lost it!"<br />"Well someone found it for me. Where do you get off saying," I lowered my voice, "we'll be naked without shame in paradise?"<br />He didn't open his mouth.<br />"I know what that means, you know. Who do you think I am?"<br />He didn't open his mouth.<br />"We are never going to be naked without shame in paradise."<br />He didn't open his mouth.<br />"We're NEVER going to have sex," I whispered, clearly over-stating my case.<br />He didn't open his mouth. The mouth that used to bite mine.<br />"And I'm just going to forget about that biting thing from the other night," I said.<br />He looked at me right in the eyes. If he'd focused hard enough on my pupils, he could've seen his own reflection, his own face smirking at me.<br />"You couldn't forget if you tried," he said, before walking away.<br />He's right. And I don't know if I hate him or love him for that.