“John?” “Yeah?” I toy with her satiny hair, twisting a strand around my finger. “If we don’t fuck each other’s brains out when we get home, I’m going to have to kill you.” I stiffen for a second, then burst out laughing, trying to keep it low. She squeezes my side, and I lean further into her. “Fuck yeah, we are, Button.” Like that, I’m counting down the minutes.
