Chapter 6Jimmy McSwain stared up at an unfamiliar looking ceiling, but that was fine, because it matched the feeling living inside himself. An unfamiliar feeling. Was that contentment? Perhaps a curious, elusive sense of satisfaction? His skin was sweaty, still hot to the touch. He sighed once, he even imagined a smile. His smile became a reality as the virile, sexy man with the dark scruff on his face responsible for his twisted emotions came toward him, two glasses of the promised Merlot in his hand. He wore a tight pair of black briefs highlighting the large package hidden inside, but otherwise he was as exposed as Jimmy felt.
He slid in beside Jimmy, handed him the glass. Jimmy adjusted himself, leaning against propped up pillows. A sip of the wine was all it took to fuel his synapses
