“Do you wanna meet me or not?” I grit out, unable to hide my aggravation with my semi-hard cock needing to know if it’s going to get some action later. Desperate fucker. He hesitates, clearing his throat, and I’m so sure he’s going to say yes until he rears back, pushing me off of him and snatching open the door. He steps out, throwing me a glare before marching off… never giving me an answer. I smirk to myself.
