Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|
I hissed, my knees nearly buckling when I felt her grab me through the fabric.
She gasped, her fingers accidentally dragging along my shaft.
A shiver of pure terror and unwarranted pleasure shot up my spine. I fought back a groan, my face burning with a shame I couldn't describe.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. I couldn't meet her gaze. I felt small. Exposed. Like a bug under a microscope.
"A-are you trans?" she asked after a deafening silence.
I shook my head violently, my eyes stinging. "No. I'm...intersex. Please, Margaux. Don't tell anyone. I'm begging you." I clasped my hands in front of me, my head hanging low.