Nerthus
“He is gay.” I scoff. “That’s what makes him special. Men usually give me the ick.”
“Me too?” Our eyes meet again, and it suddenly seems like there isn’t enough air in the room.
I clear my throat and press my tongue to my teeth. “What do you think?”
“I think you are pretty itching for me.”
“Agh, is the spray still having that much effect? By giving you hallucinations, I mean.”
He chuckles again, leaning closer to me. And I hate how my skin yearns for his touch, making me think ‘finally.’
“See.” He just whispers, as if he was able to look into my soul. My eyes follow him slowly as he presses his warm lips against my cold skin. And even if I would like nothing more than to wipe off this smug grin of his, it makes my heart beat faster.
Stupid thing.
“I don’t know what you me
