Charlie turned off his computer in disgust. With Sly Cat. But with himself mostly. Sly Cat hadn’t shown up, and he’d been stupid enough to send Noah away.
He knew why Noah had come by and it wasn’t to pick up his package. Ever since last weekend, when Charlie had practically attacked Noah in the kitchen, Noah had been coming back for more. Last night Charlie really hadn’t felt well, so when Noah called, he’d told him he was sick. But tonight, Charlie had just been stupid.
Sex with Noah was good. He liked it. A lot. Sure, it was a little surprising how good Noah had been in bed. Charlie hadn’t expected that. He guessed he’d expected it to be somewhat average. Like Noah.
Charlie went into his kitchen and took out another can of soda. That wasn’t entirely fair. Noah kind of looked like the
