“Well, well, you made it,” he said, most pleased. “Maybe that deserves a reward.”
I brought a hand up to my chin, an attempt at a casual gesture, but it plainly shook. “Whatever you desire, sir.”
He pressed a button and I strangled back a cry. Pain, pleasure. Buzz or Zzzz. It didn’t matter now. For me, both led down the same path, and to the same result.
I bit my lip. Drew grabbed my hand and I squeezed it tight, so tight. Don’t scream, don’t scream! “Ah, ah, ahhhiii—”
Drew leaned over, pressed his open lips against mine, swallowed my scream into his mouth. I’m sure a few people looked our way but I ignored them as rapture took me beyond the little sandwich shop. I hung on and slowly returned to the everyday world of food, drink, work, but with this shared experience just between my ma
