Like beginnings.His hands glide over my back, then down to my waistband. Gay sex “There’s a lot more going on in that piece than just a dick. “Will you meet me tomorrow? Every movement soaked in feeling. “Is it the painting? Like he could carry it instead.He didn’t deserve that.Yeah, he begged. The implication. His hands resting on either side of my chest for balance, his body working me with aching grace. Like he could carry it instead.He didn’t deserve that.Yeah, he begged. I have one of your paintings.”“You do??” I raise an eyebrow, amused but also genuinely surprised.“Yeah. “I split my time between painting and writing. Just drop my keys on the counter and stand there for a moment, breathing like I’ve run a marathon.My body aches. “Glad?”He leans back, cocky again. The world continues its indifferent spin.But here, in this booth, with Bryn’s bare thighs pressing against the vinyl seat and my heart doing odd things in my chest, time feels slower. “That’s one way to put it.”He gives me a wink, then softens. Then he says, “I know.”Another pause from him.
