“That sounds corny,” I tease him, chuckle. “Have you been watching the f*****g Hallmark channel or what?”
He laughs, removes his hand from mine, and lightly punches me in the shoulder. “You’re the troublemaker.”
“Takes one to know one,” I tell him, and we chuckle together, move our faces together, and begin to kiss.
One of his hands falls to my chinos, between my legs and he starts to play with my tool. I don’t push the hand away. Not this time. No way. In fact, I let him do what he wants to do with my body since he’s hungry for me, and I’m hungry for him. Coupled together, again.
As he kisses and toys with my middle, no longer do I think of Jonah Nottingham’s funeral in the Episcopalian church, Jonah’s twin brother, Peter, the EMS arriving at the church, the little girl in the floral
