"Don't you agree, Ms. Rose? Fucking is amazing." I grin and watch as her face turns red, my little innocent passerotta. It's fun teasing her.
Beside me, Gael softly chuckles, but I keep my eyes on the new girl before me, waiting for her to meet my stare.
And when she does look up, I feel the pit in my stomach burn. It's a feeling I've been getting whenever she's around. I hate it, and yet it's also kind of addicting. It's the kind of hit I don't get in drugs or weed or alcohol. But it doesn't linger long.
Know that prick you get from a pin? It's akin to that. And it goes away. I'm fucked up because I want it to stay longer.