Chapitre 31: Chase

"Are you touching yourself?"

There’s a breath, a pause, and another breath. "Yes," Liv finally whispers. "I am."

We’re on the phone—she’s at her house and I’m in my car on my way from the station. The past four days have been a mess—I got called in for a fatal car accident that’s needed a lot of follow-up and Liv’s been working a few extra shifts while one of her coworkers is away and I had double babysitting duty this week—and so it’s been the better part of a week since I’ve been inside her. Since I’ve come at all. And I am about to explode. This morning I got hard pouring a cup of coffee because it reminded me of the long silken tresses of Liv’s hair. Yesterday it was from eating a scone, remembering the quick pink dart of Liv’s tongue as she licked scone crumbs off her lips.