Dangerous Pleasures
I'm surprised at how arousing it is to have him looking at me like this.
"No, it's my fault. What the hell have you got in there, bricks?" I ask, trying to change the subject for him and for me.
"J-J-Just my b-b-books," he says but he's not looking at my face.
"Come on, Jeremy," I say, unzipping the backpack. "Where's the calculus book?" According to the speech therapist, if I can get him talking about something he's comfortable with, that has nothing to do with the stimulus, he should stop stuttering. "Th-th-this is c-c-crazy!" he says, pulling out his book.
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