I'm laughing, but my mouth goes dry, 'cause this whole thing? It's really fucking hot.

"You know, that's one thing that does suck about my headboard," I say with a lazy grin, testing the knots around my wrist, and unsurprisingly, they don't budge. Fuckin' boyscouts, all of 'em.

Looking to Steve, I arch a brow. So, what do you think?