Greedy Hearts

My brain chose that very moment to acknowledge that my legs decided to cross themselves without its permission. They seemed intent on squeezing every single nerve ending that had come to life in my vagina back to their senses. Imagine, after all the care and pampering that I've given to my flower, she decides to bloom at the sight of the enemy. Traitor.
"Gia, it's okay. I'll take it from here. Just call Kerry and tell her I'll catch up with her later."
I waited for her to leave before I turned to look at him. Do you know that sick feeling you get when you watch a big piece of sh@t refuse to flush? The panic you go into when the water starts to rise? Yeah, that's how I feel at this very moment.