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“Don’t let the fear you carry become so heavy you don’t live.” She knew so little about me. About who I was outside the beige sponge-painted walls of the facility. About who I used to be. And yet her advice was poignant and spot-on. “Promise me, sweet girl. I lived ninety-six years, but I didn’t live nearly enough.”
The dark, scowling asshole. The iPad-wielding nerd. The huge, tatted emo boy. The gruff, gorgeous jock.
“You’re not alone in this, Jo,” he says, cupping his mic so his words don’t carry. “I’ll help,” he repeats.
“Do you want to get up?” he asks. “Or do you want to stay up here and ogle me a while longer?”
“You said you weren’t sure where things stand between us, so now I’ll make it abundantly clear as often as possible.”
“That’s it. Suck it. Suck it like the needy girl you are and let me see you.”
“Fuck. I’m right there, too. Let go for me, Jo. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how good you can be for me.”
“You’re okay, Josephine. You can go back to hating me in the morning, but tonight, I’ve got you.”
“Baby, tasting him on you makes this even hotter. Stop worrying and let me work. No more talking. Unless you want to scream my name or tell me you’re coming.”
“Say it again,” he demands. “Daddy,” I whimper without overthinking. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” He whistles. “Yep. That’ll do it. New kink unlocked.”
I just cackled
