“Zerra. I’m going to regret this.” But the needy ache builds in the space below my navel, demanding that I give it what it wants. “What if I said I wanted you to touch me?” I ask, not really sure what I want the answer to be. Except, I do know, I’m just too much of a coward to admit it. “Then I’d tell you to spread your legs,” he says, his voice working its way through every cell of my body.
OH GODDDDDD
