“Kyran…” Avi whispers my name in this low, grungy sort of tone that covers me in goosebumps. “Do you want to finger me? Or do you want to watch me finger myself…?” “I… I don’t know,” I stammer, crazy lightheaded all of a sudden. He grabs my hand. “Don’t think, just answer.” “I want to…” I croak with saliva filling my mouth. “I wanna do it.”
