I take Kenzi’s hand in mine. Her fingers curl and tighten.
“Donovan!” She moans.
And it shouldn’t get to me, but—
Jason was wrong. That night on the beach, he told me he would fuck her this summer. He told me she would cum screaming his name.
And he was wrong. She came with my name on her tongue. Not his.
I squeeze her hand back.
“That’s good,” I whisper to her, encouraging, “You’re doing really good…”