Jason presses a finger against my lips, silencing me. “I don’t want to hear what you think, or what we shouldn’t do, or whatever it is you’re trying to predict will happen. I only want to hear what you want, so if you don’t want to go any further, then tell us right now. Otherwise, you’re going to come home with us and we’re going to fuck every last bit of doubt right out of you.” Jesus Christ. Instead of answering with words, I open my mouth and suck Jason’s finger between my lips, wrapping my tongue around him. “That’s what I fucking thought.” Jason guides us toward the exit. “Let’s go.”
