We stare at each other, breathing hard. My heart’s hammering so loud I can barely think.
I want to yell. Cry. Grab him. Kiss him.
Instead, I swallow hard and step back. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
He doesn’t stop me. But when I glance over my shoulder, he’s still there.
Watching me.
Waiting.
And I know—we’re both already too far gone. Too tightly wound.
I feel it in every one of my limbs as I turn and push into the bathroom, my pulse thundering louder.
Inside, I grab my phone with shaking hands and text Delilah.
Courtney
I’m going to kill him. I swear to God. He’s driving me INSANE.
Her reply is instant.
Delilah
There’s a cure for that, babe. Just saying.
Courtney
No. Nope. Not happening.
Delilah
Doesn’t have to be a thing. Not love or whatever. Just…
A pause.
Delilah
Dirty.
Another pause.
Delilah
Desperate
“The dramatics are not helping,” I grumble at my phone as her next message buzzes through.
Delilah
Sex.
As much as I adore Delilah, and as I know she loves me, she doesn’t understand what it’s like to have someone control every aspect of your life. Every second of it…
Delilah
Get it out of your system.