I was losing my mind.

Minutes passed. Long, torturous minutes. I stayed on the bed, just like he told me, waiting, aching, trembling. But he didn’t come back.

What kind of sick game was this?

My thighs were still wet, my pulse still racing, and my body screamed for more. But he was nowhere. And I was done waiting.

Screw this.

I stood up… bare, flushed, and furious. My legs still wobbled a little, but I didn’t care. I was going to find him. And if I had to drag him by the shirt and ...