I wait for his foot to touch mine, like he does every night when he's ready to fall asleep. But he hasn't curled his foot up against mine yet, which means he's still thinking, just like I am.
I turn on my side to face him. Even though the bed is huge, I'm glad that we sleep toward the middle and not at the far edges, away from each other.
"Are you awake?" I whisper.
"No."
"Who were you thinking about?" I know it's not my business, but I can't get this question out of my head now. I know he'll tell me the truth because that's just how he is.
"Who, when?"
"In the shower."
He turns on his side to look at me, and I'm glad the only light in the room is the bluish moonlight seeping through the curtains, preventing him from seeing my expression.
"You want to know who I was thinking about while I was jerking off?" He poses the question softly and seriously, with no trace of his usual teasing or sarcasm.
"Yes."
"And you're sure you really want to know?"
Hello, my name is Asia, and I love to torture myself. I also enjoy probing into other people's sexual fantasies and long walks on the beach.
"Yes," I say with a shaky voice.
"You're not going to like it."
"Okay…" A lump forms in my throat as a visual of him with a lustful blond writhing around seeps into my mind.
"You."
"Me?" I squeak. Did he just say me? As in me?
"You."
"Me? Really?"
"Yes. I was test-driving you in my head."