Maybe it’s foreplay.
I swear she choked me until the whites of my eyes showed when she rode me. The sick part is it made me even harder. To be fair, we were in the middle of a huge argument and I just kissed her. I can’t even remember what it was about.
Probably a result of me blacking out when she choked me.
She can’t help it though.
I’m sure there’s a lot of people in the world who wish they could choke me. I would take the opportunity myself if I were her. I don’t know why, but the way it’s so easy to get under her skin is addictive to me. Probably because it’s the only time she shows anything that looks like passion where I’m concerned.
Everything else is indifference. Or lust.
Whenever I feel like it could be more, I’m swiftly reminded just how wrong I am.
The shower cuts off with a heavy clunk, pipes groaning in protest. Steam curls out into the room, fogging the mirror, dampening the air.
Frankie steps out, hair pulled back, bare face soft in a way she never lets anyone linger on without her usual heavy eyeliner.
“You’re out of my body wash,” she says, like it’s an accusation. “Do us a favor and get some more, yeah?”
I click my tongue. “You could always bring your own when you come over.”
She doesn’t even look at me. “Ugh. You do what I tell you anyway, so what’s the point in even arguing about it?”
I smirk to myself. “It’s fun.”
She pauses just long enough to shoot me a look.
“I swear to Christ,” she mutters, fastening the clasp on her watch with more force than necessary.
I push off the dresser. “How you doing with my new wash then? Still irritated?”
“No.” She exhales, softer now. “Thank you for doing that for me.”
There it is. A small crack. Bait.
“Of course,” I say easily. “I need you comfortable when you’re taking me, Jelly. And I can’t have you running late on our agreed dates. Again.”
Her head snaps up.
Right—that’s the thing we didn’t finish talking about.
She was late today and missed our agreed date time, after she cancelled yesterday. The awards are tonight, and her hours have been mad, I know that. Still. Doesn’t mean I didn’t feel it. Especially since she always seems to have time for sex.
“You know,” I add, keeping my tone light, “I’ve got the day off. No practice. Nothing.”
She blinks. “Oh. Really? I’ve got the day off too. Awards are tonight.”
“I remember.” My chest tightens before I can stop it. “…Should I come?”
She stares at me like I’ve asked if the sky is green. “No. Why would you?”
“Is Za going?”
“Of course she is.” Her brows pull together. “Are you alright? What’s with all the stupid questions?”
I sigh, dragging a hand over my face. I don’t have an answer that won’t turn into something bigger than I want it to be.
“Nothing,” I say finally. “Enjoy the show.”
