‘It physically fucking pains me to think of you being “bollocks deep” in the brunette or anyone else. I can’t bear to be around you. To see you with one of them.’ His low laughter thrums through the air as his chest vibrates against mine. ‘Sweetheart, the only thing I’m bollocks deep in is my right hand while I’m thinking about you.’ What a fucking visual. It’s a struggle to breathe, let alone form words. Finally, I find my tongue. The bubbles have gone straight to my head because I am never normally this brazen. ‘That would be a really good time to FaceTime me.’
