Nick swallowed again. He was so painfully hard. “Would you—do you—”
“Only if you want to.” Something about his voice sounded off, but Nick couldn’t figure out what. His belly squirmed. He—he didn’t know. “We really don’t have to.”
Nick felt his chest lifting, like a weight being released. Relief, but maybe something else, too? Something scraping and familiar, like disappointment. He couldn’t tell anymore. Everything in his brain was badly scrambled. “Okay.” Okay what, though? “What about…” He couldn’t say it. Even after they’d done it that one time, he couldn’t say it. He shut his eyes, attempting to focus through the fog, then forced it out. “I liked … the thing you did, with…” Oh, God, his face was so hot, he wondered if it was possible to give yourself a f*****g fever from sheer embar
