“DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE? It’s not nine o’clock yet...”
I huddle, naked still, beneath my sheet. My knees are drawn up to my chest as I watch the Morgan brothers move around my tiny bedroom. James has his trousers on, and this time he didn’t forget his underwear. Dan is already fully dressed, checking his phone as he finishes his cup of coffee, my finest instant, without milk.
They fill the space, absorb all the energy in the room, but I will be bereft when they go.
I gave my careful plan not a moment’s thought beyond my performance and subsequent seduction of these two gorgeous males. I knew what I wanted and I got it so I have absolutely no complaints on that score. But I never considered how I might feel when we reached this point. I never ventured beyond the moment of instant gratifica
