I hadn’t breathed since I left Zeke standing there. Hard to get was never a game I played, but something about him made me not want to go, which meant he wouldn’t be someone I could have fucked for release. As hard as walking away from him was, and despite the sensation I still felt from his body pressed against mine, how his voice sounded, how desperately he seemed to want me… fuck, I had to stop. I couldn’t risk getting attached to anyone and wondering where he came from or if he’d be back.
