It’s my turn to frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You never had it out with Eliza, did you? Never asked her why she was banging Tyler? Never had an argument or called her a terrible person for cheating on you?”
“No,” I mumble. “I just stormed out. And she wasn’t at the apartment when I came back. I basically took my shit and left.”
“So you never got closure,” Errol says, sounding triumphant.
“What are you, a psychologist now?” I grumble. “What good would that do? And besides —”
A thought strikes me and I straighten up from my mortified slouch, convinced that I have an impenetrable argument to shut down this nonsensical conversation. “How the fuck am I supposed to get closure, huh?”
“Tell her how you feel.”
“How?” I demand. “She’s not here! What am I supposed to do, write her a fucking letter?”
Errol rolls his eyes. “No. Do it with me instead.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“How do you know? You’ve been moping around since you got here. I can tell it’s on your mind. Am I wrong?”
“No,” I mutter, a little ashamed that Errol saw right through me and called me out.
“So, what do you have to lose? Comeon,” he insists.
I throw up my hands. “This doesn’t make any sense. What do you want me to do? Justpretendthat you’re Eliza?”
Errol swings a leg over me and straddles me. His weight landing on my thighs and the penetrating look he gives me unsettle me and turn me on at the same time.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I’m embarrassed by the stammer in my voice.
“Yes. That is exactly what I want you to do,” he says, poking me in the chest with a finger.
“So, what —is this supposed to belike a… role-play or something?” I ask, my words halting.
“Yes.” His voice and nod are equally emphatic.
I frown, turning it over in my head. There are probably plenty of good reasons why this crazy idea will never work. And dammit… I can’t think of a single one.
I sigh in defeat, turning my thoughts to this absurd charade Errol has assigned to me. To my surprise, it’s not nearly as hard as I expected to think about what I’d like to say to —OK, probably yell at — Eliza if she suddenly materialized. It makes me feel like an asshole, though. And thinking about what I’d like todoseems a little more dangerous.
“This feels weird,” I protest. “I mean, I wouldn’treallyact out this stuff I’m thinking about. Honestly, I wouldn’t evensaywhat I’m thinking to her face. Because it’s pretty bad.”
Errol’s eyebrows steadily creep up as I speak. They’ve disappeared entirely under his hair by the time I fall quiet again. He evaluates me for a few seconds before pulling our bodies together.
“It’s OK, Stud,” he says softly, so close that his lips brush the shell of my ear. “I know you wouldn’t do this in real life. That’s why we’re doing it this way. It’s safe like this. Do you believe me?”
He draws back to look at me again. The look in his eyes, along with the echo of his words in my ears, makes me bolder.
“Can I slap you?” I ask in a hoarse whisper. Errol wiggles his ass, none-too-subtly rubbing it against my cock. “Not just that,” I say. His brow furrows. I take a deep inhale. “I want to slap you in the face.”
His eyes get huge. “Crap,” I mutter. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have —”
“You can,” he interrupts me. His voice is breathy, and maybe even… eager? “What else?” he asks.
My mouth has gone dry. “I want to grab you by the throat, throw you around and call you names.” I pause to see if he’sgoing to say anything, but he just nods. “And um —” I take a breath and dive headfirst into this bizarre game Errol wants to play.
“Then I want to fuck you so hard you think I’m going to break you.” His inhale is a hiss, and from the way he shifts on top of me, I think he’s getting hard.
