Chapter 31: Our Pairing
August 18, 2014
The Siberian Martini: 6 Parts Vodka, 4 Dashes of Orange Bitters, 1 Orange Peel.
I honestly don’t know how the conversation of marriage came up the following afternoon. Tuck had a few hours off from practice and I decided to take a break from my critiques. We ended up in Crispin Park, splayed over a thin blanket in the sun, bathing in the warm rays of light. Our shorts were unbuttoned, our chests were bare, and we had water bottles nearby so we wouldn’t become dehydrated.
Once again, I couldn’t remove my stare from his solid chest, which was drizzled with splotches of perspiration. His n*****s were hard and his freckles shined in the summer sun. He lay to my right, golden red and delicious looking. Half of me wanted to take advantage of him there
