*Scarlett*
As the car carries us through Blackrock City, I am as quiet as Johnny. The sharing of pet names creates a bond that I don’t know quite what to do with.
When those quarter-hour bells finally chime, as much as I want to listen to them clamoring through the night air, I am more focused on other things. The heat of him that eases into me even though he isn’t touching me. The soughing of his breathing. His stillness. The tension radiating from him, like a tethered creature that wants to break free of its restraints but forces itself to tamp down its needs in order to receive some reward.
I have the wild and absolutely ridiculous thought that perhaps I am the reward. That after delivering such a gentle press of his lips to mine, he has decided it is to his advantage to keep to his
