Page 94 of Psychopath

“Don’t worry about me.” Zane smiled. “I’ll deal with it…over the course of a few hours while I replay this…and the time before.” He squeezed himself. “Turns out the whole birthday wish isn’t complete bullshit.”

Quinn eyed the door as he stood. He pulled up his boxers and trousers, fixing the catch before tucking in his shirt. “That’s seriously what you wanted for your birthday?”

Zane hummed. “To make you feel good, yeah. It was hot, seriously hot. Hell, if David had strolled over, I doubt he would’ve stopped that. He would’ve watched you shiver and shake with your hands over your mouth, trying so hard to be good for me.”

“Zane…”

“Inappropriate, right?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Right.”

Zane sat down on the bed and passed the folder to Quinn.

“Why?” Quinn asked. He shot a helpless glance at the door. “Why do this with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me ages ago if you wanted sex, you could get it in here.”

Zane nodded. “And I also told you none of my fellow prisoners, or the prison officers for that matter, interest me.”

“But I do?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

“Are you fishing for compliments, Quinn?”

“Zane.”

“I like you.” Zane looked away. “It’s not ideal, I know.”

“Nothing about this is ideal.”

“But it doesn’t make it any less true. I like you.”

Quinn ran a hand through his hair. “This is fucked up.”

“It is, and by the anguish on your face, I suspect you like me too.”

“You’re a participant in my study.”

Zane nodded.

“You’re a prisoner.”

Zane continued to nod.

“You killed two people.”

Zane stilled. He looked away again. “As I said. Not ideal.”

“It’s almost over,” Quinn said. “The study.”

“I had a feeling it was coming to an end, but all good things do.”

He squeezed Quinn’s hand, then let go.

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