““Jesus Christ, he was going to kill me. My hands began to shake again. I couldn’t stop kissing him between each sentence, needing to taste the lips that were saying words so dirty. “What’s the good news?” I prompted . “You have on no underwear and decided to stop cutting me off during the day again?” There was no response so I did the only rational thing I could think of— crawled across the floor until I was under the desk. A nip at his ankle sent him flinging himself backwards with so much force the chair nearly flipped over.””
