Crayvin
"What do you mean you can't come over tonight? I brought all the goodies from work like we planned," Patricia whines on the other end of the line.
I bite my lip and my eyes squeeze shut at just the thought of what I was turning down. My balls feel the ache, too. I exhale, knowing I need to be a better friend right now.
Sex can wait.
"As much as it kills me to turn down the mere image of you covered in whipped cream and strawberries, I can't make it. I need to spend some time with Drew. He is having a rough time right now."
"Ugh, fine. But you're missing out on a good strawberry shortcake."
I groan and lightly tap my cell phone against my forehead. "Don't make this harder on me. Maybe afterward I will stop by. I can always have a late-night snack."
We talk for a few more minu
