“Same problem,” I mumbled into the pillow. “I can’t get out of my head. It’s fucking loud in there. And trust me—I’ve tried. I’ve spent so much money on vibrators and they’re all scams.” “You write sex brilliantly,” he said gently. “I crave it,” I admitted. “I like being close like this. It feels good, but I hate being a burden. Maybe I’m just better suited to play out that craving between the pages instead of between the sheets.”
