He flicked open the button with his thumb. Then he looked for her reaction. She was still watching, her arms crossed under her breasts. He let his eyes track down her body as the zipper slowly slid down his fly. He rubbed himself through his shorts slowly, a spot darkening them. He continued to play slowly and she stepped to the door in one pace, opening it.
"Wait!" he called. "Don't go! I'm sorry."
Her dark arm thrust through the doorway, boy shorts hanging from a finger.
The game was still on.
Day 11
