Boy, that Samir looked handsome sprawled in my armchair by the stereo. Even his cast and the crutches he"d used to get here looked sexy to me. I liked him vulnerable. I wondered how it would be to crawl into bed with a man with a cast, if there were any complications and who would be on top? I couldn"t imagine he would. That was an interesting premise. The guy who always had to be in control. The irresistible force against the immovable object. I smiled to myself at the image of the two-backed beast with a stump.
Memories of Mark two days ago surfaced, his lips brushing mine, his tongue searching my mouth. I felt like a w***e looking at Samir the way I did now. If Amy Winehouse sang Back to Black that would have been perfect, but instead there was the two of us chatting in my little rooms
