Monday, 25/08
11:45
The apartment was loud with Kingston’s cheers as he once more beat Michael at the Super Sports video game they were playing.
“What’s wrong, sonny?!” jeered the big cop, leaning over from where he sat cross-legged on the floor to look at Michael’s unamused face. “The game too tough on ya?”
“Whatever,” Michael murmured.
“Ha-ha! Beat your ass five times in a row! Whooooooo!!”
The loud cheer was the first thing to greet Valerie as she walked stiffly into the apartment.
Stiffly, because the tension between her and Roman in the car had turned her spine into wood, because her thighs refused to create any torturous friction to her core and also because, his arm was reaching over to push and hold the door open, torturing her with his woody scent.
Biting the inside of
