I train my eyes on a certain dark-haired specimen while my friend talks about his weekend in Moscow. Stacey laughs at something Tylar said. She’s not even funny.
“The Death of Peace of Mind” by Bad Omens is playing loud enough to hurt my ears, and when I try to turn it down, he grabs my wrist without looking at me. “Don’t touch my fucking radio.”
The empty threat shouldn’t turn me on, but there’s an ache between my legs. The fact “Take Me Back To Eden” by Sleep Token has started playing only intensifies the neediness.
aaaaah SLEEP TOKEN
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