“Orgasms can kill you?
“Dead serious right now?
“Like… actually fatal?”
“Apparently,” I say.
“But the odds are minuscule.”
“Okay, but like—” he lifts a hand, “how many people we talkin’ died of coming? ‘Cause, shit, honestly? The best fuckin’ way to go out.”
I snatch up another berry.
“Iconic, right? The ultimate climax.
“‘Cause if my soul’s exiting my body for anything, better be for a fuckin’ orgasm.”
He leans back on his elbows, awestruck.
“You know most people just scroll TikTok all day, right?” His smile melts into adoration. “You’re weird, Sonny.” His eyes linger, that grin too. “But I’m so fuckin’ into it.”
I snag a strawberry next,
teeth sinking in before the smile does,
my eyes anywhere but on his
to keep the butterflies caged in my stomach.
He tops off my glass, and my gaze drops to his hand to watch the way his thumb presses under the collar, holding it steady while the rest of his fingers drag, stroke, claim.
And all I can think is:
those fingers.Jesus fuck,those fingers.
“Keepin’ my glass full?
“You tryin’ to seduce me now?”
His eyes fall to my mouth
“I don’t need champagne for that.”
I choke on the strawberry.
He smirks into his glass.
I face the city.
Anything to distract me
from the heat pooling between my thighs.
“What’s the deal with this place?
“You bring all your dates here?”
“Only you,” it slips out of him fast, no room for debate. “Most of ‘em don’t make it past the jerkin’ off at Type.”
