“To be honest, the whole night was pretty mediocre. Not quite obsession-worthy.” I'm lying through my teeth, but there isn't a chance in hell I'm going to admit that to him. He doesn't need to know that I haven't stopped thinking about that night. That I've touched myself three times since then to the thought of him fucking me. That I caught myself touching my lips a few times, remembering how electric his lips had felt against mine.
