15
Spencer
Michael’s lips were parted, and his eyes were shut. The look on his face pulled me back in time when we would sleep over at each other’s houses as teenagers. The years had been kind to Michael, but the peacefulness of sleep stripped the age from his face, rendering him a horny seventeen-year-old again. Damn, even asleep he looked like a cocky devil.
I turned over on my stomach and propped my chin up on my hands, noticing that the skin around my mouth felt scratchy and rough. Michael’s dark scruff was the culprit, and a smile spread across my face. I wanted his mouth on mine again and felt my c**k stiffening.
Was I falling in love with him again?
Michael shifted in his sleep, then turned on his side where I couldn’t see his face. His back was as chiseled as his front, and wi
