"Yours? You bit me to call me yours?" I asked with my brows raised and my mouth ajar. I really was shaken. "Huh! I can't believe it. Why don't you piss on it me too?"
"I'm open to fetishes, but golden showers are disgusting."
"Ha!" Did he just make a sorry attempt at a joke? I'm so done with him.
"Cut the crap! Why the hell would you bite me?" With pursed lips, I clench my hands from taking a swing at him "Is that what you are? A cannibal?" Despite my apparent repulsion, I didn't pull myself out of his lap. Instead, I craved his calming touch.
Strangely his touch tingled sometimes and sometimes it just made me feel inexplicably calm. It probably is why I'm not screaming bloody murder.
