Chapter 13
How long Reed and I remained in bed, making out amid bouts of heavy petting like lecherous teenagers, or giggling stupidly at absolutely nothing in particular while rolling around on the mattress and ending up in entangled positions like deranged contortionists, I had no clear idea. For me, time had long ago ceased to exist. Now, I lived simply for the moment, with each second devoted entirely to enjoying the warmth of Reed’s hard body while feasting on every manly inch of him. From his armpits, to beneath his balls, to every one of his toes, no part of him avoided my tongue’s scrutiny.
In one of the more lucid moments, I couldn’t help pondering how differently things might have turned out had I stayed with Warren instead of hightailing it out of the apartment we’d shared. Whe
