"Your stitches are bleeding." "They're staples," I correct her, trying to lighten the mood. The girl is even whiter than she usually is. And she's breathing heavy, almost panting. If she passes out, I swear I'm losing the bet with Lucky. If she can't handle a little streak of my blood, how's she gonna handle having sex with me? Unless we're not naked, so she doesn't have to see my various scars. Or if it's dark, then she can pretend I'm someone white and rich. Fuck that, I want the lights on...I want to feel all of her against me and want her to know it's me she's with and not some other "Alex, are you okay?" Brittany asks, looking totally concerned. Should I tell her I was spacing out while thinking about us having sex?"