Chapter Twenty Two
Terrence
I'll try to control myself but I don't think I could. My Timothee is served delectably on my bed.
Soon as I got out of my bathroom, I saw Timothee lying with my t-shirt that I gave him earlier before he took a shower. He's wearing one of my older, meaning smaller boxers and he's looking so sexy right now.
I can't believe I said I hated his white skin. It's beautiful on him. And he's laying there on his back with no covers, inviting my already perverted mind and my body to eat him whole.
I slowly sat down next to him. My heart was beating fast as I observed his sleeping figure. His lashes would flutter; his red lips would twitch a little. Yup. He's too damn adorable. He's like a sleeping angel.
I slid myself under the covers and snuggled Timothee on me.
