Secret Obsession

by S. Massery

I lift it and stare at the amber liquid. “Maybe after that shot, you’ll decide that you want another round for the bar,” he continues. “Or maybe you’ll get up and go to the bathroom, where you’ll pull your pants down and put your hands on the wall in the handicap stall. And you’ll wait for me there, with your head bent and your heart pounding out of your chest.”

because if this was punishment, I’ll break every fucking one of his rules.