“C’mon,” Jordan hisses, hand coiling round the back of your neck as they yank you into the storage. Fuck— didn’t Jordon say you two had to stop doing this, like what? Two days ago? At least that lasted longer than last time. And the time before. And the time before that.

“Just one more time,” They mutter, voice hoarse "promise."

It’s not going to be just one more time. You both know that.