I only hear him. I only feel him. And it terrifies me, that singular focus. The way I feel when Dixon and I are connected like this. Because what if it truly is one-sided? What if, to Dixon, this doesn’t mean a thing? I think it might crush me. But as Dixon’s hand travels lower to clasp my dick, he tucks his face into my neck and whispers, “Niki,” and I know—I know—Dixon is here with me.
