“Oh, yeah . . . that’s it. That’s the fucking spot, right there. Don’t stop.” I still my thumbs on the back of Novy’s calf. “Hey, I said don’t stop—” “What was our one rule?” I say over him. He pushes up on his elbows to look at me. “Oh, come on. Those weren’t sex sounds. I was just talking.” “Yeah, in a weird, growly sex voice.” Chuckling, he flops back onto his stomach. “My sex voice isn’t weird.” “I beg to differ.”
