I wait, thumb resting on the screen.
Luka: Answer me.
Nina: Yes.
The single word hits harder than it should.
Luka: Take them off.
Nina: You first.
I look down at my open trousers and smile.
Luka: Already ahead of you.
Nina: Oh.
Luka: Take them off, Nina.
Nina: Done.
I stroke myself once, slow, then grip the phone harder.
Luka: Fingers.
Nina: This is not fair if you’re not here.
Luka: I know.
Nina: I want your hand.
Luka: Use yours and pretend it is mine.
Nina: Your hands are bigger.
Luka: I know.
Nina: Arrogant.
Luka: Wet.
Nina: Extremely.
I stop walking.
For a second, there is only that word and the sound of my own breathing.
Luka: Put two fingers inside.
There is no immediate reply.
Then:
Nina: Okay.
Luka: Move slowly.
Nina: I don’t want slowly.