18
Serge
“I’m sorry.”
Josh confused the hell out of me, which was probably why I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Every time I saw those sparkling blues framed by his dark eyelashes my heart would lurch in my chest. I strolled over to the piano, placed my bag on top and pulled him to his feet.
“Why are you apologizing?” I said, then pulled him into my embrace. His hands shook as they wrapped around my waist. Seeing him was enough to make my c**k lengthen. Touching him did even more, and it sprang to life, becoming granite hard in the space of two heart beats.
“You were right, I shouldn’t have worried about what people would think of us.” Josh whispered in my ear. “It’s just, this, whatever this is that’s growing between us is happening so fast. It’s scary.” He pulled me tighter agai
