“I was just wondering how much trouble I’d be in if I asked if you’d be up for a hate fuck. You know, for old time’s sake.” My heartbeat triples. Blood rushes up my neck and to my ears and settles there. I swallow, forcing myself to hold his gaze and not squirm in my seat. “A lot. So don’t ask.” His tone innocent, he says, “I wasn’t. I was only wondering.”
