The hard length of him pulses against the crotch of my shorts. Why isn’t that triggering my gag reflex? Why aren’t I curling up and reaching for the safe place in my head?
Why do I want to unzip his jeans and gaze upon that mysterious part of him? Why do I want to hold it in my hands and make his body flex in pleasure?
“This ends now.” He clutches my waist and sets me on the bench beside him.
My chest tightens, rejecting those words. No more touches? No more kisses? “What? Why?”
“It’s reckless. Dangerous.” He bows forward and braces elbows on his spread knees, staring out across the park.
“Because of Ms. Perez?”
“She’s not a concern, but there’ll be others.” His eyes cut to mine, flinty and unmoving. “There’s always someone watching, waiting to ruin the prosperity of a life they don’
