THE LOW HUM OF D’ANGELO’S song “Lady” is playing in the background as Xavier massages my feet. We never made it to his mother"s house for dinner, something in his eyes, that hunger and uninhibited urge to devour my entire soul and make me his, was something neither of us could resist. We both lie naked in bed, blankets strewn out all around us, pillows on the floor. The smell of s*x is in the air, with the air conditioner blasting low, lights softly glowing, and our bodies slowly coming down from another explosive o****m. It"s rare for us to only go three rounds in one night unless we"re both exhausted from work. Tonight though, I could tell something was on his mind, and s*x wasn"t the answer to all our problems. He’s always challenging me to be honest with him, even if it hurts. It’s tim
