Yarrow sighs and shifts around until he can lie next to Folly. Just a few feet away. Soft grass tickles the back of his neck through his hair. He focuses on the stars winking through dark branches, instead of afflicting Folly with eye contact. “I do want to fuck you,” Yarrow says matter-of-factly. “I’ve never played with a human before, and you’re fascinating. But the only thing I ever trade for sex is sex.
