Sean woke to weak sunlight in his eyes, and he dragged his pillow over his head to snuff it out. His first thought was of Ellory, the second of the painful hard-on in his shorts. Sean could remember the last person he’d slept with, going on nearly three years ago. They’d f****d on his bed, and on the floor, and she’d blown him in the kitchen just before leaving. He never got her name, and he never saw her again.
Something about that whole encounter put him on edge and he hadn’t slept with anyone since, even if he’d stared after a few women at the market, a few men on the street. And jacked off more times than he cared to count. The more he and Ellory had enforced this quasi-hatred of each other, the more Sean wondered at his chosen abstinence, at the moments he caught himself staring afte
