“Fuck, make love… same shit, Ever. I’m trying to slide up in you again and again and again. Is that better?” “I don’t know.” I laughed, finally giving him my eyes. “Be ready around seven, tonight. I’m taking you out.” “Are you asking me or telling me?” “I’m telling you because I’m not giving you another chance to tell me you aren’t ready. I know you are. Ready enough, at least.”
