Finally today, Nick and I were together again. I decided to take the vacation time they owed me at work and use it to get my life in some kind of order. Today was Monday and Split was closed. When Nick called, I threw my coat on and left the condo without even turning the lights and TV off.
This afternoon, we lay in bed together.
“Don’t squirm so much.”
In that parallel universe disguised as a loft on Du Port Street.
“It tickles.” I twitched.
“No…be still.” Nick’s mouth, softer than cashmere, moved across my stomach. His eyes, like two giant Ulysses butterflies fluttered above my skin, spying on me. “Feels nice, no?”
I closed my eyes. “Yes.”
Nick believed that s****l desire was strongest at the edges of our erogenous zones, and he was demonstrating the power of his theory. When his
