Dylan
The cab ride to my apartment was a steaming hot mess. A frenzied tangle of arms and legs — and of mouths and tongues — as we made out frantically in the short, six-minute trip.
Once inside I slammed the door behind us, divorcing us from the millions of people below. It was finally just she and I.
Me and the beautiful brunette I’d been training off and on for the better part of the last year, waiting and hoping and praying for her to be single.
The best part was she didn’t even know it.
Holly kissed me hotly, her lips traveling down my neck as she pulled clumsily at the buttons of my shirt. I wanted to help her.
Wanted to get undressed as quickly as possible so I could help her get undressed, but something in the back of my mind told me to savor the moment.
Slow. Down.
I had
