My heart gave another squeeze. I hated this part.
“I could tell you did. Maybe a little too much. You’re so ready for a girlfriend, Tor. I’m not her.”
He turned off the stove.
“Not yet. But maybe someday you will be. I can wait.”
“What if you wait and it never happens? What if, by waiting, you miss your chance at a real girlfriend?”
“Why do you think you might never be mine? You said you find me handsome and strong. You squealed when I licked your pussy and drank your sex juice.”
“Oh, boy. Let’s never use the phrase ‘sex juice’ again, okay?”
“Why? What do you call it?”
“Nothing?”
“Something that sweet and good needs a name. I could drink it all day.”
A flush started in my face, and my core clenched.
“I think we got off topic,” I managed.
He walked around the island, stalking closer to me.
“I like this topic.”