“I’ll try to light the boiler again,” Mark said once we were back home.
“Sod the boiler,” I said, pulling Mark towards me by his scarf. “You promised to light my boiler.”
Mark smiled one of his devilish smiles. “Okay, you go upstairs and I’ll bring my matches.”
We certainly needed some form of heat as we raced upstairs; the bedroom was freezing. Still, it gave us another excuse—not that we needed one—to undress quickly and dive under the covers.
“You’re cold,” Mark said.
You think? I thought.
“I think I should take your temperature.”
“Huh?” I wasn’t ill, was I?
“And I’ve got just the right tool to do it.” He rubbed his hard d**k against my leg.
“Oh,” I said, the penny finally dropping.
I must have sounded stupid. But when Mark started to kiss me, I forgot all about being stup
