I slide a finger inside me. I’m sweat-slicked and trembling on the edge.
OLIVIA: I’m too close. I can’t wait.
STEFAN: I’m close, too. Thinking about how tight you felt around me.
I moan. It echoes in my empty apartment.
STEFAN: I might have to use my third choice after all.
The thought of him alone, jerking himself off to thoughts of me while I’m not there to witness his surrender—it drives me to the edge. Not of an orgasm, but of sanity itself.
Before I can stop myself, I’m texting him.
OLIVIA: I wish you were here.
His response is immediate.
Twenty minutes. Leave your door unlocked.
I fling a throw pillow around yet again, trying to decide if it looks better on the left or right side of my couch. Or maybe right in the middle? Which one says I’m A Cool Girl and I’m Totally Unbot
