“Some bathroom in a shitty beach bar. I’ve locked the door, but I can’t camp out in here. Now, you called me for a reason.” “Yes,” I reply, spreading my legs and letting my fingers explore again. I can’t help it. Seeing him and feeling so turned on, I can’t not touch myself. “You called me to apologize,” he presses. “Mmhmm,” I say, circling my clit again. I’m biting my bottom lip to keep in my moan. “And why are you apologizing?” I still my hand, holding his dark gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I reply. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
