Brian left only a dim night light glowing in the corner. He took off his mask and pulled a square scarf from his chest pocket, unfolding it and covering my eyes. "Don't take it off."
I heard his belt come undone, the zipper sliding down. "Don't think about anything."
Everything went dark. My body burned hot. We were both exposed, pressed close, sharing body heat. He came down on me, and something hard forced its way inside.
I cried out, my mind going blank. When it ended, he took the scarf off. I squinted and saw him fastening his cufflinks.
"Your body isn't the issue." He pulled out a pack of disinfectant wipes and cleaned his hands. "It's his head that's messed up."
He dropped the wipes into the bin. "See you tomorrow. We'll level things up."
