“If you want this to end, turn off your phone. Leave this room, and we’ll go back to wanting to fuck each other from afar, okay? But if you want to play? Leave it on. Wait for a sign from me.” I stutter. “A sign? What, when?” “Ah, ah,” He tuts, leaning forward and nipping the end of my nose. It zings through my body and my toes curl. “I’m writing the ending tonight, you filthy little storyteller. This climax belongs to me.”
