God, I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. Kerian fucking Slade should not have this effect on me. He shouldn’t make me question my entire sexuality with one kiss. He shouldn’t have me on my knees in a fucking nightclub bathroom, giving him the first blow job of my life. He shouldn’t have made me like it. Pulling back, Kerian’s gaze roams over my face, something flicking behind his eyes. He wraps a hand around my throat, applying pressure. I fucking whimper, a noise I didn’t think I was capable of. Fuck me, Kerian is making me do all kinds of shit I don’t normally do.
