Another night staring at the ceiling, wondering if Mei’s touching herself right now. Bet her fingers are deep in that tight pussy, imagining my tongue replacing them. Fuck, I wanna taste her so bad—hear her moan my name while I eat her out until she’s shaking. But then Sirin laughs in my skull, reminds me I’m just a broken weapon. Whatever. Maybe I’ll fuck myself raw later, pretend it’s Mei’s strap instead of my own fingers. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve come thinking about her pounding me into the mattress. Goddamn, I’m pathetic.