“You know we can’t.” “Yeah, but we would.” We lock eyes, both of us breaking away and looking down at the same time and fuck, we’re so screwed. We’re a time bomb, ticking. At least one of us should have some fucking sense, but I’m jacking off in Felix’s house and moaning his name, begging him to hear me, and he’s admitting to having zero willpower if given the opportunity to hook up, and we’re supposed to keep our hands off each other for years?
