I ride Cash in the bright sunlight, both of us gasping in the fresh air. I moan when he nibbles my ear. I whimper when he lifts my shirt and bites my nipple through my bra. He tells me how it feels to be inside me. He whispers things he dreams of doing to me. I don't need Cash to tell me I'm all he's thinking of, that I'm all that's on his mind. I can see it in his face, feel it in his kiss. For now, he's all mine. And I'm all his.