“What do you want?” I ask softly, both hesitant and excited to hear what he has in mind. His lips close, and he eases backward. As his eyes cast downward, he speaks as if hesitant to admit something. And when the words finally leave his lips, I realize why. Because his favor isn’t a favor at all—it’s insanity. With a rasp in his voice, just above a whisper, he mumbles, “My girlfriend wants to watch us.”
