Have sex against a wall, messy and desperate
Let someone tie my wrists and take whatever they want
Watch myself in a mirror while he's inside me
Let a man talk filthy to me without flinching
Get fucked on the kitchen counter
A finger up the butt (on either person)
Wow. I've done more of these things than I thought. A small burst of pride emanates from my chest. Suck on that, Enzo.
No one but Jessa has ever seen this list, but sitting here looking down at the list, the urge to make Silas the first guy to ever see it is strong. I'm almost certain he'll be into a few of these.
When he raps on my open doorway, I start. I smile at him, trying to still my racing heart.
Silas's lips curl at the corners. He's so damn handsome, his hair still damp from a recent shower, his tight black t-shirt stretched across his chest. "Hey."
I tilt my head, flushing. God, even that one word has me achy, my nipples tightening like I'm one of Pavlov's fricking dogs. "Hey. How was practice?"
"Good." His blue-gray eyes sweep over me. "Thought I'd see you there."
"I was stuck compiling stats for Mobility Mondays. I have to present my data to Coach Cross soon."
He takes a long sip of his protein shake. "It'll go well. I'm seeing big gains. I'm sure the other players are too."
"Yeah. That's what the data says. But convincing the team that my program is worthwhile is..." I search for the words. "I feel like I'm trying to sell myself and I'm seriously lacking in confidence."
He sits down and abandons his shake on my bedside table.
"You should see some of the junk that the coaches have spent money on. Light therapy booths, wearable stats bands, neurofeedback helmets. Absolute garbage that could reasonably give the players an advantage. Mobility Mondays have adata-backed track record. Trust me when I say that they'll probably jump at the chance."
"Yeah?" I roll my shoulders, letting his words sink in. "Thanks, Si."
"Don't thank me. You've done a ton of work. Be proud of yourself." He picks up my hand, tracing a little pattern into my palm. "What's on the paper?"
