Chapter 3
I awoke first the next afternoon, having slept quite well, once Goose had gotten home around dawn to join me in bed. Nearly every time we slept together, I put on my glasses to see him open his eyes. With sleep in them, his always disheveled hair in a particularly wild state of sexy bedhead, it was one of the many times over the course of a day I found him sexy as f**k.
“Hi.” He said it before his eyelids even fluttered, exposing his nakedness and thick afternoon wood when he stretched and displaced the thin, pale blue sheet that covered him, before turning to me.
“Hi.”
“You’re sweaty.”
“I’m hot.”
“Yes, you are. Too hot to love f**k?” Goose asked, his mouth against mine.
“I think I can manage.”
“You lean out the window for air, I’ll stand on the bed.” Those were the next
