I grabbed Gia’s wrist and held it firmly. She laced her fingers through mine and started tapping her index finger over the back of my hand in a familiar pattern. Two, six, two. Two, six, two. Two, six, two. A jolt of panic rushed through my spine, followed by immediate orgasmic relief. She knows. She understands. She cooperates. She soothes. My muscles loosened. And in that moment, I needed her more than I’d ever needed anything else in my entire fucking life.
