![]() ![]() There’s absolutely no conviction behind it. My gaze lands on his lips, and I feel my tongue run along my own. He’s a breath away now, so close I can smell sex on him as if he’s wearing it like cologne. I feel his voice all the way to my toes, making them curl into the carpet. “All I’ve been thinking about is kissing you again.” “It’s your fault, you know.”Īnders closes the gap between us with torturously slow steps. Interrupting a wank session is poor form.Ī chuckle comes from behind me. I … you know what, it’s not important.” I practically fall over myself trying to turn and get away as fast as I can, because oops. That’s when I notice how poor a job his boxers are doing at hiding the giant erection trying to get free. ![]() I lean in closer to try to hear more, which is when Anders, of course, opens it. His footsteps get closer but then stop, and the door doesn’t budge. There’s something in his voice that sounds strained. Demanding answers isn’t an option, and neither is laying it all out there that I want more. I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m going to say. My feet carry me across the apartment to Anders’ door, and I knock gently. ![]()
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