Clifford clears his throat and grins, “Well, you're very good at it.”

“Well, I have a liking for your dick.”

“Fuck, you're so hot when you talk dirty.” He leans into me and I grin, “Can I kiss you right now?”

My grin widens, Clifford always asks me if it's okay to hug me or kiss me to ensure I don't get uncomfortable and I appreciate it because sometimes I don't feel like shaking hands or talking. I appreciate the consideration and patience he has with me but it doesn't make me forget, he is borrowed.

Soon he will go back to his mate and I'll be stuck here with...