I’ve never hated the sun like I do now. The rays hit right over my eyes and whenever I think I have to separate from James, no matter how short the time might be, it makes me want to punch someone, but I can’t prolong the moment any longer, no matter how much I want to. The game is in a few hours and even though my d**k is quite interested in repeating yesterday, I don’t believe Coach will appreciate his quarterback being late on such an important day.
«Damn it.»
My cute boy’s brown hair locks are messy and tickle my nose, as he’s using my chest as a pillow. We’re a web of intertwined limbs and I couldn’t care less; I wished this moment so much that I’d gladly sacrifice my comfort, but that’s not the case at all. It’s quite nice, the warmth his small body offers is better than any coat.
