Chapter Thirty-One
Lincoln
As the credits rolled, I stretched muscles that got a good workout.
Sex with Michaela only got better.
She retrieved her clothes from the floor, pulling pants up first, then hiding her luscious breasts under the sweatshirt again. Her hair was a wild cloud around her face, lips red from kisses, and I loved it all. I’d made her wobbly when she first stood.
The lights came up. She put the disc in its case. I looked at my watch. Eleven-thirty-ish. Play time over for now. I put on my boxer-briefs and jeans, but left the rest behind.
Michaela was already out of the theater. I followed in search of her and the basement bathroom door was closed. Not a bad idea. I used the powder room upstairs to take a leak.
Returned to the stairwell and she was coming up. “Hey.”
