That...was actually not bad.

Willy took a deep breath, dropped his head back, and closed his eyes. He'd been doing so good not thinking about it.

"Fuck," he sighed, tucked himself away, and got up to go get Nyx something to fuck him up for a few solid hours.

When he had the vial and the needle, he knocked on the closed door.

"Ding dong. Avon calling," he said, loud enough to be heard.