I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.
You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.
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I’m losing my mind without you.
I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.
He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.