With one arm out of commission, the task of removing the rubber band wrapped around it proves more difficult than anticipated, so I secure it between my thighs for leverage. “What are you doing?” Julian’s gruff voice breaks through the quiet. “What does it look like?” I push the rubber band toward the top of the roll. “Crushing the paper.” He doesn’t wait before grabbing it. Paper brushes against the inside of my thighs before sliding over a spot that tingles. Okay, fine, I haven’t had sex in a while, but still…what the hell?
