48 — “Get on your knees.”

Desmond leans his body over mine, resting his hand on the wall next to my head. I raise my eyes, watching his face intently.

“What are you doing?” I insist, asking slowly.

But he doesn't say anything, just presses his knee between my thighs, forcing them to make room for it to fit between them. My heartbeat increases — getting so fast it's about to rip through my chest.

He's been distant all day.