With all the willpower in the world, I press one final kiss to her neck, drawing my fingertips back up to her cheek. “When you figure out what you want me to be, I’ll be waiting, Olivia. I can be patient.” Lies. I’m not fucking patient. Every limb is protesting. My chest aches, my lungs are scorched like I’ve been trying to keep up with Usain fucking Bolt. My dick throbs against my leg, pressing against my sweatpants like it’s trying to take them off. Despite my body’s silent screams, I draw away, leaving the ball in her court.
