Chapter 5“What was your first time like?” Jeremy asked. He signed as he spoke the words, slightly broken up by his strained voice and the soft static of the room. I swore I could still hear the echo of the bed springs in my own ears, the blood pounding in my body, as if I was also going deaf. I touched my chest, still bare after what we’d done together, and remembered the feeling of his moans against my skin as I f****d him. He moaned a lot, even before I was inside of him; as we made out, even as he sucked me before switching positions. He was constantly moaning, humming, vocalizing. It was remarkable, really. He couldn’t hear a damn thing, yet he made so much noise. I was the only witness to it. I was one of the only people who knew, deep down, what his moans sounded like. What his desir
