"I'd do whatever I could to make it work," I promise him, getting slightly distracted by the gentle touch of Bittle's fingers. I let out a deep breath and picture some wonderful fantasy world in which I could somehow have my cake and eat it too, sliding my hands further up Bittle's slides and around to his chest. My thumbs drag over the tight buds of his nipples and my brow furrows slightly as a I look up at him. "What's a WAG?"