[Flashback continues]
I have been picturing sex scenes with Barry in it as the actor and myself as the actress.
His jaw dropped but he managed to compose himself in seconds. "You think about me?"
"I just don't think about you in the plain, simple way, Barry" I confessed. "I play a lot of sex scenes in my head with you in it" I whispered.
He pressed his hand on his forehead, showing me the fresh, manly veins at the back of his palm. "You just made things worse for me, Pixie" He mumbled worriedly under his breath.
His tone made more worried. "I made things worse for you? How?"
Barry exhaled, trying to avoid my eyes. "You shouldn't think about me during times like that Pixie"
"You are the only guy I've been intimate with, so I don't think I should be thinking about any other guy" I pointed out strictly to him.
