“You want to have sex?” he pressed, watching me warily. “Is that what you’re saying?” “I don’t know.” Nervous, I got up and stood on the other side of the bed with my back to the window, watching him with equal wariness. “I mean, I’ll do it if you want to?” “Is that a trick… What the… Are you… Fuck!” Holding a hand up, Johnny placed his other hand on the top of his head and took several deep, steadying breaths. He looked like he was about to explode as he rolled his lips between his teeth and eyeballed me. “Just give me a minute.”
