His smile widens, and it hits me like a quick dopamine rush. I keep my face neutral though, like it didn’t do anything to me. Like I’m not low-key proud of myself right now.
Because the second he figures out I’m doing all this just to get a reaction out of him, he’s going to shut right back down and I’m not letting that happen.
“You’re still thinking about my d**k at this point?” he croaks.
I shrug. “What else am I supposed to think about?” I force my shoulders to slump for emphasis. “It’s been more than a week.”
“How can you even think of that right now?” he responds.
“Because I’m human.” I smirk. “Once we get out of here, I’m gonna pounce on you.”
He snorts weakly. “I can barely feel my legs, Allison.”
If someone had told me that hearing him say my name would nearly make me sob,
