“Where are we going?” There’s a smile in my voice, though—he can read me too well. He knows exactly what I wanted from him just from the way I touched him, the way I said I was tired. Maybe that’s a problem in and of itself, but that’s something to unpack later. Zander knowing how fucking horny I am for him constantly isn’t an issue. I haven’t been able to hide that from the first time I cornered him. I’d much rather him focus on that than how lost I feel.
