“She must’ve felt bad for stealing your man away.”
“No. Not at all. You see, a real man wouldn’t be stolen away that easily.”
“If I’m not a real man, then what am I?” he asks, getting up in my face.
I hate that I'm breathing so heavily because even now, my body is still affected by him.
“You’re a cry baby,” I murmur.
“Is that so? Would a bay have this?” he asks, and he takes my hand and places it on his growing erection.
“Rob,” I whisper.
And his mouth is on mine.