Overview

The remote is in his pocket. The ring is around me. And I have two hours of practice to survive without breaking.

A dare. That's all it was supposed to be. But then my best friend volunteered to hold the remote.

I should be focused on my times. My reputation. The fact that I've been straight my whole life.

Instead I'm thinking about why I like this so much.

I've never wanted a man before. I've never wanted anyone like this.

When he finally touches me, I don't just let him.

I beg.