Chapter 59

“Yes, you’re sick,” he says again, talking against my mouth, slowly licking it.

Just then I could have the plague and I wouldn’t care. Because as much as I’m a pain in the ass, Sean and his mouth are my Achilles’ heel, reducing me to a gelatinous and trembling mass at the first touch. Maybe it isn’t that hard to become a marshmallow, after all.

I put a hand on the nape of his neck and grab his hair, pulling him to me, opening my lips and desperately searching for his tongue. Maybe I still have a fever, or maybe it’s simply him, but my head feels empty and light, my body hot but wracked with shivers, my skin pimpled in gooseflesh. It’s absolutely the best sensation I’ve ever felt. Warm and cold, fire and ice and desire, so much desire. I almost can’t recognize myself, but I rather like this new Ryan.

At one point Sean starts to protest, whispering something like, “Are you sure you don’t want to rest?”