Chapter Nine
Gray
Keeping my cool around Rémy became easier over the next two weeks. I was able to be around him nearly every waking minute of the day by enacting the opposite tactic of what I’d tried originally. Instead of denying myself, I embraced my filthy fantasies. Though it came at a cost. The palm of my right hand and my d**k were in danger of developing blisters from the sheer amount of self-abuse I indulged in every single night.
Well, and most mornings too.
If I hadn’t given in to my urges, I would have been a walking, talking horny mess, and that would’ve given away my game. I soon realized that a quick jerk-off session before work did wonders for my libido and kept me from humping his apartment. Knowing that I could go home and imagine his muscled, sweaty torso on top of m
