Pornstar Tits
Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, dub-con, virginity loss/cherry popping, creampie/no protection used (whoops), manipulation, blood, bleeding during sex, angst, bondage, best friends older brother type trope, a bit of pseudo-incest (yeah, I truly cannot help myself), biting, clothed sex (on bro's part).
Word count: 5.3k
Summary: You fulfill Josh's last request...
Notes: Another fic that's been sitting in the drafts for like almost two years lol. I hope some of you guys are until dawn fans and are able to get some enjoyment from this fic. I remember this was one of the first games I ever watched a playthrough when I was like 10/11-ish, having a crush on this dude is prolly why I'm such a little weirdo now (I mean I had a crush on all the main cast including the therapist so idk). Anyways like I said hope you guys enjoy and yall can let me know if you all want some more fics based on some more story-based games or something. (P.S. Sorry if the reader is coming off as a "look at me, this isn't you" girl, I wanted to make the reader a little more desperate and pathetic for once lmao. Loser virgin girls I <3 you, there need to be more media where the protagonist is a loser virgin and I'm starting ten-toes down here)
“Can I just talk to him? It would just be for a few seconds, I swear— Please, Mike, I need to do this.” You beg, hands wrapped around your frozen figure as the frigid temperatures wash over you.
You had slipped away from the others at the cabin and snuck down to the shed where they were keeping Josh, you had to talk to him. There had to be some sense in what he was doing— you need to know why.
Why…
“I’m not sure that’s a good Idea. He’s lost it, he’s fucking insane. I don’t think you’re gonna get anything out of him.” Mike holds steadfast.
He knows the person in the shed isn’t the friend you all once knew, it was the psycho that tortured them all and killed Jess. He also knows no good can come from letting you talk to him, he’d probably just ramble on about God knows what.
“I know, I just… I just need to try. Please just give me ten minutes to try to talk to him and then, I swear, I’ll go back to the cabin.” You plead once more.
You and Josh had been there for each other ever since his sisters went missing. Hannah was your best friend so your whole world was shattered by her and Beth’s disappearance. You had bonded with Josh over the shared loss, it was clear to the rest of the group that, besides Sam and Chris, you were the closest to him— Mike can understand why you’re so insistent on speaking with him, even if right now he wasn’t the Josh you were close to.
“Fuck- Fine. Ten minutes, that’s it. Don’t listen to anything he says, he’s off his meds and dude’s lost it.” Mike concedes, stepping aside from the door and letting you pass.
“Thank you, Mike— I’ll try to be quick.” You mutter, walking past him and bringing a trembling hand to push at the shack’s large wooden door.
You hadn’t spoken to Josh since he unmasked himself, revealing that he had orchestrated this whole weekend to punish all of you for the prank that resulted in Hannah’s disappearance. You had been woken up by Mike while you laid, tied up on the floor, next to Sam. The last thing you remembered before coming to was hyperventilating over what happened at the séance you had taken part in with Ashley, Chris, and Josh.
Before discovering that it was all just another part of Josh’s elaborate plan, things had gotten out of hand— You thought Ashley had actually contacted the spirit of Hannah, your missing best friend you had, however naively, thought could still be alive. It was all too much for you and you ended up having a panic attack. Then you remembered that after all that commotion Josh had given you some sleeping pills to calm you down. After that everything had gone dark and next thing you knew, you were waking up to the news that Jess was dead, and some crazed lunatic was culpable only later to find out that crazed lunatic was Josh.
You didn’t know what to think, you still don’t— The Josh you knew wouldn’t be capable of killing anyone, but you also thought he wouldn’t have been capable of doing all the other fucked up things he admitted to…
Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.
You muster up the courage to push the door open and go inside, shutting the door behind you with a heavy thud and slowly turning to face him.
“Well, well, well, sneaking up the trail to visit little old me while I’m all locked up, I hope it’s a conjugal visit.” Josh taunts, looking up at you from where he’s tied up to one of the sheds wooden posts.
“Josh, please… talk to me, I don’t understand. You said you were doing better, you said you were getting help- Why? Why’d you do this?” You ask, keeping your distance from him. Even though he was restrained you didn’t feel safe being alone with him, this didn’t feel like your best friend’s goofy older brother Josh, the person Infront of you felt like a stranger. You’re starting to think coming to see him was a horrible idea.
“Why, why, why, why, why— she wants to know why! You know why. Hannah and Beth, ring a bell? Or have you forgotten them too?” Josh sneers at you.
“Josh, you know I haven’t. I think about Hannah every minute of every day!” You shout, your voice breaking into a cry. “You know how much I regret getting that drunk and not being there for her that night and I know you feel guilty too but, Josh… Mike said you killed Jess. I just-I need to know, did you?”
“Does it matter? The police will come in the morning, and you’ll all point your fingers, Right there officer! He’s the murderer! He’s crazy! And off I go to the loony bin.” Josh mocks.
“Of course it matters, Josh! We care about you, I care about you. I can’t believe you would kill Jess, I don’t believe it… Please just tell me the truth. I’ll believe whatever you tell me, just please- I need to know.” You beg, stepping closer to him.
“I-I don’t know.” Josh answers, his head dropping between his shoulders as he averts his gaze from you.
“Josh, what do you mean you don’t know?” You press further, your face twisting in concern. How could he not know you ask yourself, of all the responses you could have anticipated this was the one you were the least prepared for.
“I don’t know! I don’t think I did, I would probably remember if I did, right? Fuck, I’m losing it. I wouldn’t kill her- I didn’t kill her, you believe me, right? I’m not crazy.” Josh asks, his voice shaky.
You rush over to his side, bending down to his level and caressing his face with your cold yet comforting hands,
“Josh it’s okay, I believe you- I believe you Joshie, you’re not crazy. This whole night was just some big mistake, I know that and the others… They’ll realize it too soon enough.” You try to console him, wrapping your arms around him in the best embrace you can manage given his current bondage.
“I knew you would believe me— you’ve always been there for me, you know me… but the others, they won’t believe me. They’re gonna tell the cops I did it, then they’re gonna take me away. I need you to do something, one last thing for me before they come.” Josh mutters leaning forward and resting his head against the crook of your neck.
“Sure, Josh, I’ll do anything.” You breathe, attentively awaiting his request with wide eyes as you hold him in your arms.
“Show me your tits.” Josh whispers against your ear, his teeth brushing against your skin as his lips spread in a wide grin.
“What?” You exclaim, scrambling to break away from him and falling onto the floor behind you in the process.
“You heard me, show me your tits— You said anything, right?” Josh coos, smiling down smugly at you.
“Josh, I can’t- I don’t- Why would you ask me that?” You stutter, your cheeks growing red.
His emotional whiplash has you off kilter, of all the years you had known Josh, you would’ve never expected him to say something like that to you. You always assumed he just saw you as an extension of his sister, no matter how hard you tried to get him to see you otherwise… Sometimes he would even call you his little sister, tell you to call him big bro.
“Come on— this is probably my last chance before they take me away, lock me up, and throw away the key. We’re family, aren’t we? So, just do your big bro Josh a favor and show me your tits.” He smirks, a playful glint in his eyes.
You felt like you were pinned to the spot your knees met the hard concrete floor. There was a version of you who would’ve done anything if Josh told you to, you were sweet on him ever since you first met him through Hannah back in grade school. You’d felt like such a cliché, having a crush on your best friend’s older brother. Back then all you wanted was for him to notice you— But ever since Hannah disappeared, all you’re left feeling are the sharp pains of guilt gnawing at your insides. Guilt for wandering off that night to get drunk with her brother and his friend, guilt for getting so wasted to impress him that you passed out, guilt for not being there to stop her from meeting Mike, or keeping her from storming out into the cold, or warning her about the prank, or anything…
Anything at all.
Sometimes you think everything that’s happened since that night has been your fault… Maybe, if you had just stayed with her that night none of this would have happened. The more you think about it the more you start to convince yourself that this really is all your fault— You’re the reason Hannah and Beth are gone, you’re the reason Jess is dead, you’re the one that fucked everything up, Josh was here because of you and your stupid crush…
“…Okay.” The word hesitantly slips past your lips, barely above a whisper.
An amused expression crosses Josh’s face, his eyes trace over your kneeled figure curiously— He wonders just how far he can push you… Would you truly listen to anything he has to say, do anything?
He’s eager to find out.
“I’m sorry, what was that? Could you say that louder, please?” Josh teases, turning his ear to face you and leaning as close to you as his restraints allow.
You push yourself from the ground and back up on your unsteady feet. You turn your back towards him as you let your coat slide off your shoulders. You dip your nervous fingers beneath the back of your sweater, trailing them up to your bra and releasing the clasp of it. As soon as the flimsy fabric comes undone you hurry to maneuver it off your body before your paper-thin courage wears off. You manage to slip your bra off from under your sweater without removing it, placing your undergarment gently on top of your fallen jacket before turning back around to face Josh as he watches your actions attentively.
You inhale deeply, allowing the icy wind to penetrate its way into your lungs as your shaky hands grip the bottom of your shirt. You meet Josh’s piercing gaze, his expectant eyes trained on you and urging you to hurry. You roll the thick material of your sweater over your breasts, your nipples hardening as the cold air that penetrates the weathered walls of the shed washes over the sensitive flesh. Josh’s eyes greedily drink up the sight, shamelessly ogling your bare chest.
“So that’s what you’ve been hiding under that sweater, huh? Porn star tits.” Josh smirks up at you.
Despite the cold, you can feel the heat rising into your cheeks at his comment. You avert your eyes from him, looking anywhere but his face. You’ve never felt more vulnerable than you do right now— Your naked breasts completely open to his scrutiny, his eyes free to poke and prod at every inch of your newly exposed skin.
“Why don’t you get closer? Let me see them up close.” Josh urges you.
You look back at him— He looks pleadingly up at you, like a starved dog begging for food. You sigh, hesitantly taking a small step forward.
“Come on, get over here, I don’t bite.” Josh smiles, his teeth glinting in the dim light of the shed as he tilts his head and gestures you closer.
You take a few more cautious steps towards Josh, pausing a few inches from him. Your legs feel like jelly, you never expected that the first guy to see you topless would be Josh— Especially tonight, after all the shit that happened.
You feel like you could wake up in a cold sweat at any moment, only to find out this had all been some sort of weird dream. But the gusts of frozen wind biting at your exposed skin lets you know that this is all too real.
“Closer.” Josh instructs, his voice no longer as passive as before.
You let out a small huff, you were embarrassed enough as it was, having your chest out on display like this… Anyone could walk into the unlocked door and see you practically shoving your breasts against Josh’s face. A small part of you wonders if he’s just doing this to humiliate you. But still, you obey his command, walking the rest of the way forward and closing the distance between the two of you— Your legs brushing up against his.
“Yeah, that’s good. Come, come here, sit— Let me look at you.” Josh breaths softly as he juts his hips out slightly, signaling you towards his lap.
Your eyes widen at his request. You’re beginning to wonder if this is going too far, maybe you should just walk away, rationalize that this has all just been a momentary lapse in your judgment, but something buried deep within you doesn’t want this to stop.
You pause for a moment before positioning your legs on either side of Josh’s, reaching your hands out shyly and placing them on his shoulders to steady yourself as you lower yourself onto his lap.
“Shit… look at you.” Josh exhales, his breath warm against your skin as it grows colder under the punishing wind.
His jaw clenches as he resists the urge to sink his teeth into your plush chest, swallowing hard as his hands twist against his restraints. His touch would be all over you if he could move— but, unfortunately for him, he doesn’t think you’re stupid enough to untie him.
He leans forward, resting his head against your soft breasts. The unexpected movement causes you to flinch as you instinctively go to reach for the back of his head. You hesitate for a moment, still unsure if he would welcome your touch despite your current position before gently running the tips of your fingers against his hair.
“I could die a happy man right now.” Josh chuckles softly, his lips brushing against your skin.
Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, the sound of it filling Josh’s ears and echoing in his head. Josh presses his mouth to your breast, kissing at it. His lips feel like they’re burning into your skin, a soft moan leaving your throat at the sensation. Your hand flies to your mouth, covering it in an attempt to muffle your involuntary sounds. Josh lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling against your skin.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed— Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you.”
Josh continues placing sloppy kisses on your chest, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. He kisses up to your neck, gently teasing at your skin with his teeth. Your breath hitches, the seat of your panties damp with your arousal— Suddenly your jeans feel too constraining.
What are you doing?
You don’t even have the slightest clue anymore. Right now, your head is only filled with thoughts of Josh, and the feel of his mouth against your skin. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you should be back at the lodge with the rest of the group.
“Josh…” you interject quietly.
If he can hear you, he makes no indication. His sole attention remains on the feel of your flesh against his teeth. Josh lets out a groan into the crevice of your neck, your scent overwhelming his senses. His tongue traces over the soft skin of the column of your neck, scraping the edges of his teeth harshly against it.
You let out a shaky gasp at the sensation— It was all starting to be too much.
“Josh, wait…”
But once again your plea falls on deaf ears. His kisses get more abrasive, his mouth harsh against your chilled skin. Josh’s lips trail anywhere they can reach, sucking at your satiny skin and leaving small, red bruises which mark his erratic path. You were intoxicating to him, your taste, the sound of your squeaky whines and heavy breathing, the way you were squirming against him, you were consuming his every thought… Despite his position, his fractured mind can only think of you— He wants to take you, needs to take you, make you his, and mark you as his own…
He can no longer restrain his urge— He sinks his teeth into your tender flesh, your blood pooling in his mouth as his canines draw blood.
“Josh, stop, please!” You hiss as you tear yourself from his grasp, your eyes wild with shock as the realization that he just bit you settles in.
Pain throbs in your neck as arousal drips from your aching cunt— Blood pearls at the shallow wounds, falling in warm, viscous drops against your spit-slicked skin.
“We should stop… You’ve had enough haven’t you, Joshie?” Your voice trembles despite your best attempts to sound stern.
“No way, baby. Now that you’ve given me a taste, I want all of you. Come on, I mean you’ve always liked me anyway.” Josh smirks, glassy eyes fixed on your face as it twists into a horrified expression.
He knows…
“W-What?”
“You seriously thought I couldn’t tell? All those longing looks, all those sleepovers with Hannah you spent talking to me instead, all those times you snuck into my room while you thought I was downstairs and fucked your fingers into that tight little pussy on my bed… I saw all of it, I mean It’s so fucking obvious— everyone can tell.” Josh’s voice is condescendingly sweet as his cruel words tear into you like a serrated knife into flesh.
Tears prick at your eyes as your face grows unbearably hot, your humiliation on bright-red display. This whole time he knew, so did everyone else apparently… God, they must think you’re pathetic. You’ve never felt more ashamed in your entire life, were Josh to finish what he started and rip your throat out with his teeth, it would be a mercy compared to the horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
“Awe, don’t cry, sissy… Don’t you see it? Now’s your chance to get what you’ve always wanted. I’m all tied up, I couldn’t stop you if I tried, so why don’t you just hold me down and fuck me.”
“I can’t!This is all just too much and Mike’s right outside the door- plus, I’ve never even…”
“You’ve never even what?” He pauses for a moment, taking in the way more blood rushes to the already reddened skin of your cheeks and the way your gaze shifts between different areas of the weathered shed as you desperately attempt to avoid making eye contact with him— That’s when he comes to the realization as to why you’re so nervous.
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?” He asks giddily, his teeth on full display.
“… Well, yeah— I’ve never, you know… done it with anyone, okay? Now can you please lay off it? I’m humiliated enough as it is.” Shame tugs at every fiber of your being as the words leave your tongue, your treacherous body letting a tear fall from your eye down your burning face.
“This day just keeps getting better and better. Now we have to do it what kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t pop your cherry before they haul me off— Fuuck… I’m so hard right now,” He groans, rutting against you and grinding the prominent bulge in his pants against your clothed heat.
“Mmm… I-ah… I don’t- Josh, this isn’t right!” You try to object but you can’t deny how good his hardness feels as it rubs against your aching cunt, your voice broken and desperate as you whine into his touch.
“Come on stop being such a little tease, you got me all hot and bothered putting your smoking hot tits in my face and with your little virgin act... Plus you owe me for not snitching on you rubbing one out on my bedsheets, finish what you started you fucking pervert-slut.” He moves his hips quicker against you, frantically searching for release as his cock strains against the crotch of his overalls.
Your mouth hangs open, panting like a bitch in heat as the seam of your jeans catches on your clit over the damp fabric of your underwear— Your thoughts become hazy with desire, all reason going out the window as both your body and mind start to give into him.
Logic be damned, you want him.
Need him.
“Fuck, fine… I’m sorry, just- just tell me what to do” You mutter, finally allowing yourself to give in to your own perverse desires.
Josh’s mouth curves into a wider smirk, his lips stretched wide over his teeth, amused by your lack of resistance.
“Relax, baby— I’ll make it real good for you, I promise. Take your pants off and then you can help me with mine.” The words drip sweet off his tongue like honey as he tells you what to do, his voice significantly softer than it was just moments ago, almost patronizingly so.
You lift yourself from his lap, removing your hands from him as you begin to fumble with the button of your jeans. You undo the fastening, pulling down the zipper before you begin tugging down the cold denim down your legs.
“Slower.” Josh heaves, breathless as his cock twitches at the sliver of skin peeking out from your unbuttoned pants.
You eye him over your furrowed brow, annoyed with his ceaseless demands despite your eagerness to feed the throbbing ache between your thighs. You bite the inside of your cheek, obliging him and hooking your fingers under the waistband of your jeans along with your soaked panties— You peel the tight fabric down gingerly, unveiling the smooth skin of your thighs inch by inch tantalizingly slow. Denim pools around your ankles as you finish rolling your pants down, kicking them to the side and timidly clasping your hands over your now bare mound— The burning in your face spreading to the tips of your ears as your bottom half lays bare before his starved gaze.
“Show me your ass.”
You hesitate for a moment before shyly turning your back to him, letting him drink in the swell of your ass. You cross your arms over your chest as a chill runs through your mostly bare body, you yearn for the warmth of Josh’s body.
“Bend over.” Josh instructs, licking his lips in anticipation like a wolf eyeing its injured prey.
“Josh-”
“Bend. Over.” Josh’s voice turns harsh as he cuts you off before you can finish your objection.
You begrudgingly bend over, knowing better than to try and reason with him when he seemed so keen on studying every inch of your flesh.
“Holy fucking shit, your so wet— Is that all from me, baby? Get back here before I blow my load in my boxers, I wanna get inside that perfect little pussy.”
You sigh as he finally allows you to return to his body’s warmth, stepping between his open legs as you bring your eager hands to the straps of his overalls — You unhook them, pulling down the tattered garment just enough so they rest below his ass. You pause for a moment, the only thing keeping your bodies separate now is the thin fabric of his patterned boxers. A wet stain pools at the front of his underwear where his swollen cock begs to be freed. You don’t bother looking to him for permission before you begin to peel the soiled garment down, allowing his flushed length to spring free against his stomach. You catch a quick glimpse of his blushing head before quickly averting your eyes, your heart hammering against your chest so hard you think your ribs might break.
“It’s okay, you can look at it— look at it.” Josh stares at you through half-hooded eyes, his cock twitching desperately against his stomach as if begging your attention.
Your eyes trail down his clothed abdomen all the way down until they reach the swollen flesh between his thighs. His sticky tip gleams in the dim candlelight of the lantern hanging above. Your body is a wreck of nerves and sweat as you bring a hand between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around the intimidating thickness of his length and giving it a hesitant pump— He bucks into your hand with a desperate cry, his precum coating your clammy palm.
You straddle his lap with a deep inhale as you try not to lose the nerve you’ve built up, hovering your hips over his as you drag his leaking head over your slick folds. You guide him towards your entrance, gritting your teeth as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap. Pain shoots through your body as you sink down on his cock, your face scrunching up in obvious discomfort as you try to bite back a pained cry. Your body tenses around him, as it tries to adjust to the foreign feeling…
Just then you feel something warm dripping down the inside of your thighs— Looking down where your cunt stretches painfully wide around him, you’re met with red.
Blood pools at the base of his cock.
Your blood.
“Shit- you’re bleeding, that’s so fucking hot I didn’t know virgins actually bled.” Josh chuckles. His hips jolt up into you, spurred on by the sight of your viscous crimson coating his cock.
“Josh, stop- Jesus fuck! It hurts…” You try to hold down his hips with one hand as you cling to his neck for dear life with the other.
You’re beginning to wonder if this is really what you fantasized about all those years. All those times you laid awake at night touching yourself to the thought of Josh taking your virginity, you never imagined it would hurt this much.
“Well duh, it’s supposed to, dummy— It’s your first time. Just move, it’ll get better.” Josh groans through gritted teeth as he keeps trying to fuck up into you despite your hand holding him down.
You take his advice, reluctantly lifting your hips before sinking them back down— You repeat the motion until the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin fills the shed, your pain slowly fading away into reluctant pleasure. Josh’s cock drives into your poor cervix with every wet slam of your hips against his, splitting your once virgin cunt open around him. You roll your hips against his, grinding your clit over the small patch of dark coarse hair peaking out from under his shirt.
Your cunt clenches tightly around him like a vice, making Josh’s head fall back against the wooden post behind him as a strained whimper falls from his lips. His hips buck sloppily into yours, nearing his end embarrassingly fast as your bleeding walls swallow greedily around him. You notice the change in his movements as he trembles beneath you, you know he’s close.
“Josh, should I pull off?” You ask breathlessly as your hips move ceaselessly against his, chasing your own high.
“Don’t you fucking dare… Keep it in, I wanna-mmm… fill you up, you dumb… fucking slut.” Josh pants incoherently as he loses all control of his body, fucking mindlessly into you like your cunt is nothing more than a sex toy for him to fill up.
“Let me cum inside, let me cum inside, let me cum-” He repeats the words like a mantra, before being cut off by the sounds of his own whiny grunts as he comes undone and his warm, sticky come spurts into you.
You ignore the potential consequences of Josh finishing inside of you, instead bringing a hand to your slit and working at your aching clit desperately— Your orgasm comes quick and devastating, racking through your body as a voice you barely recognize as your own bounces off the walls of the dingy shed, most likely alerting all outside to what the two of you are doing…
Well, did.
The crimson of your blood mixes with the sticky white of Josh’s seed as it spills from your weary walls, pooling where the two of you still connect. Josh’s gaze rests between your bodies, eyes fixated on your cunt wrapped around him as it drips with your mixed fluids before they flick up to your face. He bites his lip, looking up at you with blown out pupils and glossy eyes as your chest heaves and your skin glows with the warm hue of the fading lantern above, to him you look almost angelic.
“Kiss me.” Josh says, the words leaving his mouth pleading and soft.
“What?” You pant, bewildered by his request in the midst of your post-orgasmic tremors and sticky skin.
“Kiss me, please.” Josh begs again, his eyes looking up at you with genuine affection for the first time since you came to speak with him.
He’s somehow managed to catch you off guard once again, from the way he was tearing you apart and causing you to hurt, you almost forgot he could be gentle. It’s why you fell for him in the first place, wasn’t it? You were always susceptible to his charms, pliant to his every whim if only he were to look in your direction.
“O-okay…” You agree, eyes wide as you look down at him.
You lean forward, touching his chapped lips to yours and connecting them in the kiss you’ve yearned for since you were a kid. As his mouth moves against yours your heart briefly returns to the state of girlish exuberance you thought had died when you lost your best friend.
The kiss is short and chaste despite your current position.
“Thanks…” Josh says, leaning his damp brow against yours as he releases your lips.
“Yeah… no problem.” You smile breathlessly, allowing your weary body a brief respite before pulling yourself from him.
You grab your panties off the floor before walking back to him, kneeling in front of him and wiping at the mess you left behind before tucking his softening length back in his boxers and helping him back into his clothes. You take your now thoroughly soiled underwear, slipping it on over your still trembling legs before turning from Josh to collect the rest of your clothes scattered on the ground.
Josh’s eyes follow your every movement, the shame and guilt of what he’s just done dawning on him as he watches you redress.
“Please don’t leave, I’m sorry for… everything. I don’t know why I said all those things, please don’t leave me here alone… You’re the only person who still cares about me.” Josh pleads, his remorseful gaze meeting yours as you turn to face him.
“Josh, it’s fine. I’m not mad at you or anything, I just have to go back before everyone starts wondering where I went… I’ll come back, I promise.” You bend down, your lips brushing softly against his cheek as you press a comforting kiss goodbye to the stubbled skin.
You walk towards the door, plunging yourself into the shocking cold that lays waiting outside it before your resolve gives way and you find yourself unable to leave Josh’s side.
As soon as you step foot outside Mike’s disgruntled face greets you.
“That didn’t sound like talking to me.”
“Shut up.”
