Elijah Vega.
“The building is really cute. It has these really bright lights, the windows, it’s location…”
I groan quietly as my eyes flutter shut. This is the fifth time Paloma’s tried to talk to me while I’m drifting off. I swear, she waits exactly every ten seconds just long enough for my brain to fog before she chirps up with another detail.
This girl.
I sink deeper into her pillows. She’s a pillow princess, sure, but last night? Last night, she clung to me as if it were our last night together. I barely slept while she whined under me, fixed my length into her, scratched at my back and took. I worked all night for the rounds she asked for I am a dutiful lover.
“What do you think your mom wants to tell me?”
The drawer opens. Her socked leg drags against her calf, making that so
