Putting one hand on my throat and the other on my chest, he backed me up against the counter. His fingers trailed down my abdomen, then moved to my back. When he reached my ass, he squeezed tightly and got close to my lips.
“Breathe. Now.”
I took a deep, slow breath. He insisted it helped, but I thought the whole idea was bullshit. I breathed all day, every day, and it didn’t keep me calm.
“Good boy,” he said.
My nose wrinkled. “No. That’s not our thing.”
“Doesn’t hurt to try. Swing and a miss, I guess.”
I leaned into him, trying to draw comfort from his closeness. My dad could be here any minute, and I was too wound up.
Both of our phones buzzed, which could only mean one thing.
Sen:You’ve got this, Roman. Sending good vibes
Kai:Just keep swimming, man
Sen:No. That one is fucking obvious
Kai:Let the storm rage on
Sen:I want a divorce
Kai:You have to marry me first
Sen:A pre-divorce
Linc:Hakuna Matata
West:Everyone is having a stroke. If your dad’s a dick, knee him in the sack
Trav:Can I be removed from the group chat?
Tilian:If your dick is involved with one of the group, you get put in the chat
Trav:Are you questioning my virginity?
Brooks:I vote to remove Roman
West:Long live the king
Kai:WTF West?!
Linc:That’s a fucking crime
Kai:Completely uncalled for, you psychopath
*Kai removed West from the chat*
Kai:Peace and quiet
Linc:For you
Tilian:Suck his dick. He’ll be fine
*Linc added West to the chat*