"You should've come on me,"he said. I don't know how he can look me in the eye and just say that. Even with the drugs, it wasn't anything I could speak out loud."You'd look hot, really hot."
I didn't feel like talking about the reason why I hadn't, so I threw the tissue into the wastebasket and snuggled up beside him instead.
Even though it was three in the morning and Jacob had to be exhausted, he didn't let it go. "Do it next time, okay? I want to see it, shooting all over my chest."
I rolled over, pulled a pillow against my face and spoke into it. "I have this hangup about the laundry room," I said. Good thing the pillow was there. It sounds dumber aloud than it had in my head. No wonder I worried about taking dirty; talking in general seemed to escape me.
Jacob pressed himself into my back. His body was much warner than mine, tacky with sweat, and his chest hair tickled against my shoulder blades.
"Okay,"he said, and kissed the nape of my neck.
Jordan Castillo Price - Psycop 2 - Criss Cross.