Do you want to fuck me or not?
KEIR
Suddenly, you want me?
ME
Do you want me?
My interest declines over time.
He typed, stopped, and again typed.
KEIR
I am trying to come up with something sexy to say.
I thought of something sexy to say
ME
It’s fine. Your words can fail you. I can think of a dozen other things your mouth could do other than speak.
I could… a bit. I figured he probably knew a few more than I did.
Who was this woman? How did she even know how to say these dirty things?
KEIR
I could say the same.
ME
Do you want me or not?
KEIR
I need to let people settle if we’re going to get away with this.
Gimme a sec
I smiled at my attempt to drive the man crazy. Then, I panicked. Was I even prepared for a man to come to my room? How did you prepare for that? I had no time to ask anyone for advice. I wasn’t exactly in sexy clothing—an old competition T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Would it be better if I was naked? Or would that look desperate?
I debated when my door opened, and Keir poked his head in. He didn’t bother knocking, probably to avoid making noise. Not that it would matter. If we started fucking, we would probably make too much noise to ignore, right? He looked at me eagerly, even as I sat awkwardly in bed.
“I’m not exactly dressed sexy,” I said.
“You’re fine. You’ll probably be naked in a few minutes,” Keir tossed his shirt aside and climbed into bed.
Inevergot over how good his chest looked. He was fit.
“Don’t be so confident,” I said. “You think highly of yourself.”
Keir grazed my face with his open palm, cupping my cheek for a moment, then laced his fingers through my hair. Slowly, he pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips pressed together gently at first. Then, the pressure increased as my lips parted. Our tongues tangled, and my breathing picked up. He gripped my hair tighter, and I liked it. I played into the fantasy of him owning me, but only because I was getting off on it.
Keir pulled back, “Too wet or not?”
“You can gettoowet?” I asked. Iwaswet. I had been since he said he caught me.