"I bet you wanna be alone. Be alone and think about me writhing for you." Edward snorted, ready to embrace this as his one way to lash out, with how on edge he still felt. He thrust his hips up a little, faking a moan as he let his head fall back down. "Oh, Jonathan, please!"

He ended up laughing, sitting up with the joint between his lips. "Won't be thinking of me alone. Not a good boy like you. Maybe you'll think of me in church, huh? Next time you wanna jerk off there."