He kissed me again—mouth this time—and then rolled away, settling on his back beside me, one arm flung casually above his head. I curled into the open space besides him.
It was something I was getting weirdly good at it: lying hopefully in the shape of a hug. I was close enough to feel the heat from his body, to smell the s*x on him, but he still didn’t touch me.
“Maybe,” I said, “we could do a knowledge exchange.”
His eyebrow twitched.
“I could teach you about popular culture…like…any popular culture. And you could—”
“Educate you on the impact of emerging economies on price movement in global equity, currency, and commodity markets.”
“I was thinking more…get me into sci-fi?”
I wasn’t sure how seriously I’d meant it, but he tensed right up. “I’m hardly an expert.”
“It’s not about
