Chapter 22: Quarterback Flirting
Clean up at Thomas Sady’s residence following our s*x act turned out to be minimal. Of course, there was running water, but nothing else to use after our fling. No soap. No freshly washed and dryer-spun towels. Nothing of the sort. Since the house had been on the market for the last month, it sat empty of such helpful tools. In the end, Jax and I “manned it up,” as he called it and dressed. Sweaty and post-sexed, we kissed and hugged.
He told me, “Come back to my place. We can clean up there, get some lunch, and…who knows what else can happen between us.”
I kissed him, maybe falling for him too fast, and perhaps too hard, in such a short period. My head still spun, trapped in the fluff of ecstasy he had shared with me outside Sinn Realty. The situation f
