“And what did Iron say?”
“He told me I was f****d up in the head and that I was a perfect fit for you. Puzzles pieces locked together. He said that you and I were meant to be together.”
“He’s right.”
“So then we talked about Cliff a little bit. He thinks he’s attractive and interesting. He enjoys a man who just happens to be a handful. He says it keeps life interesting. He also likes a clingy man. I told him Cliff could possibly be the right man for him. It might be a match made in heaven for him.”
“So the party could work out in his favor.”
He puts his coffee aside, steps up to me, and pulls me out of my chair. He wraps his arms around my center, and tugs me against him. He kisses my neck, a cheek, and my lips. When the kissing ends, he tells me, “And the party could work out for us.
