“I don’t know. I guess I could ask... I’ve only ever done ecstasy and someone else got them, so I don’t know.”
“Oooh... Can you get us some ecstasy? I’ve always wanted to try it.”
My head swam with the idea of the walls between us vanishing, of feeling connected and safe, of looking at each other and both thinking that is the most beautiful person I have ever known, of touching each other and it feeling better than anything has ever felt before. I gulped my beer.
a “You should do it with Kennedy,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s really intimate. Like, it’s good for talking and stuff. It would remind you guys that you’re in love with each other and help you talk about everything you’ve been afraid to talk about. It might be really good for you guys.”
“I don’t know if she’d go for that, but I could ask her... You wouldn’t do it with me?”
“I don’t think so...” I hesitated. In my head, I could see the safe distance that the jeep’s console provided disappearing. I couldn’t see what happened next. “No.”
“Well, just see if you can get it.”
“Don’t have sex.”
“What?”
“Don’t have sex. If you do ecstasy - don’t have sex while you’re high. Apparently it’s so good that it makes sex suck when you’re not high.”
“Oh man, I bet sex would be awesome on ecstasy.”
“Yeah. It’s the best thing ever, apparently. But it’s not worth it from what I’ve heard. I never tried it.”
“See if you can get some.”
“Yeah, I’ll see.”
He fished out a lighter from the safe space between us. I stared out the windshield at the last bright sliver of sun sinking into the pink water. He chuckled and lit the joint, taking a deep drag and passing it to me.