Chapter 8Nikos
I’ve never sat in any man’s lap before. But he drags me down with him, and I straddle him on autopilot. I love that he’s holding me, that all I touch is Adrian. I keep kissing him. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing him, about f*****g him (yup, I’m a grown-ass man and can admit to lusting after someone) for such a long time, and it’s bloody radical that I finally get my wish. So much better than a fantasy.
Then he pulls away and we just take each other in. I can’t believe I’m not crushing him with my weight, but so far he’s not complaining, and I really don’t want to get up. This is perfect.
He caresses my neck. His fingers glide under the collar of my sweater (knitting is a fabulous way to stay sane in an isolated cottage in the woods), and I don’t even realize he’s str
