“I’m fine. Don’t stop.” I’m gulping for breath. How is he still going? “Time out.” He slows but doesn’t cease. He pulls one of the O2 masks from the wall and places it over my face. “Slow breaths.” He grins at me. “Nice and slow… Just feel.” Part of me wants to laugh at the absurdity, but the other half is so turned on by him forcing me to inhale oxygen while dragging himself in and out.
