I have no shame, do I? I can't believe the conversation has gotten to the stage where I would be choosing Barry to have sex with me.
Barry brushed his hair back with his long fingers and looked down at the table, his face getting pink while I stared expectantly at him.
The tension has gotten thick, and his silence was making it thicker.
He should say something or I might just melt down right here.
I know I might have been rude to him, strangely stubborn and weirdly bold. A type of boldness that could make jaws drop and eyes widen, but I guess that is what happens when you are so desperate for something, especially things like sex.
The curiosity in me sparked up the desperate spirit and led to the eagerness I feel about sex.
"I just need to know how it feels like" I said more to myself than to him. "Even if it's just once with you"
