The only popsicle I had was when he was gone; how did he know that? Did he watch me on camera? “Wetter.” I stop swallowing so much and let some saliva pool on my tongue. “Wetter . . . I want to see you drooling for me.” I pop off him and tuck my hair behind my ears again. “I’ll look ridiculous, it won’t be hot if I’m drooling everywhere.” “The fuck?” He rears his head back. “Did Bryan tell you that?”
