Debbie
He didn't answer. He seemed too weak to even nod. I reached down and pulled his pants away. When I looked at him, my heart sank further. He was soft. He was completely still. No hardness whatsoever. A total opposite of Rex, who would get hard just by me being close.
"Rex," I whispered, tears starting to prick my eyes. "This is a bad idea. Your body isn't even responding. You’re too sick."
He didn't respond. His breathing was so shallow I had to lean in to make sure he was still alive.
Fuck. This feels wrong. This feels like I’m hurting him.
But then I remembered the way he looked when he hit the floor earlier. I remembered the way he gagged blood. he convulsed. I didn't want that happen again.
Then, amongst everything, something else snapped inside my brain.
I remembered Rive
