I wake up in Liam’s bed, naked, with Liam’s hand on my belly. He lies on his stomach next to me, his head turned toward me as if he fell asleep studying the numbers on my insulin pump. He probably had.

But as I wriggle and stretch, trying not to wake him, I feel used in very, very exciting ways and I decide I don’t care if he wants to ask me about my glucose today. Thinking about my glucose makes me realize I am feeling pretty hungry, though, and then I ...