“Talk to me,” I demand gently.
“I figured this would change us.”
A heavy sigh releases from me, “Nothing could change us.”
“You’re right,” she smiles, “So I’m fully in, Noah. If you want to do this, let’s do it.”
My hand is strangling my fork. “Yeah?”
“As long as you promise we will be back to the same Noah and Sidney when this is all said and done.”
Not if I have anything to do with it.
“I promise, Sid.”
She beams at me, “This is insane.”
“It could be worse,” I shrug.
She nods seriously, “It could be drugs. Instead, it’s your dick and I can live with that.”
A piece of pancake goes down the wrong way and I choke, curling over as I expel the crumb from my windpipe.
“Oh shit, don’t die,” Sidney begins slapping her palm against my back.
I shrug off her hand, “Jesus, Sidney.”
“What?” She snaps her head back. “What did I do?”
“Talking about my dick like that,” I pick up my coffee and take a sip to try and relieve the scratch in my throat.
“Does it turn you on?” She wiggles her brows, “If I say the wordcock,are you gonna get hard?”
Yes.
Say it again.
“Behave yourself.” I grumble.
Her eyes drop to my lap.
“Oh my god, it does! How did I not know this about you!?”
I keep it to myself that the only reason I’m reacting at all is because of her. “Is that a kink?” She continues.
“I don’t know,” I push my plate away, too focused on not pinning her to the counter.
“Do you have any kinks? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about this.”
Only you.
“No.” I reply.
“I’ve never really explored it,” she muses, entirely oblivious to me dying beside her. “There’s some that look really interesting.”
“Oh, yeah?” I rasp.
“Have you ever done butt stuff?” She turns her eyes to me, so wide and open. I am going to hell.
