Chapter Thirteen

Adam

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When I woke up the next morning it was to Logan’s alarm going off. He’d set it early so I could get up in time to hit the gym before class.

“You coming with?” I asked as I pulled him closer.

I loved how we seemed to be made for each other. It didn’t matter who played big spoon, Logan and I fit together seamlessly. Even now that he was curled up with his back against my front with his arms wrapped around mine, I didn’t feel crowded. If anything I wanted him closer.

“Not happening,” he mumbled. “I don’t get up before the sun, and I definitely don’t get up before class to go get sweaty and gross. Not at the gym at least.”

“You’re no fun,” I teased and dropped a kiss on his shoulder.

“That’s me, Mr. No Fun.” He paused and pressed his ass against my morning wood, making me groan. “You could always stay in bed awhile longer.”

“You’re killing me.” I gently bit the shell of his ear and grinned when he shuddered and moaned. “If you keep doing that we’ll never get out of this bed.”

“I’m decidedly okay with that.” He chuckled and rolled over in my arms so we were face to face. “Morning.”

“Morning.” I leaned forward to kiss him, not giving a shit that we weren’t exactly fresh at the moment. 

“Go, be a good little gym boy.” He rolled his eyes and gave me another quick kiss. “I’m going to be a slacker and go back to sleep.”

“You coming right home after class?”

“Was planning on it. Why?”

“No reason.”

“I know that look.” He pulled back so he could look at me more closely. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? No.” I grinned and gave him another kiss. “Have a good sleep. Dream of me.”

“I always do.” He kissed me one final time, grinding his cock against mine before he pulled away to let me sit up.

“Tease.”

“You know it.” He laughed and watched me get out of bed.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Later.”

I gathered up my clothes and headed to my room to get changed and grab my stuff. I would much rather have stayed in bed with Logan, but I needed to train. We were going to be starting practice in less than two weeks, and I had to make sure I was at the top of my game.

Besides, by going to the gym now I’d have plenty of time to get ready for tonight.

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LOGAN

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“Adam?” I called out as I dropped my bag on the couch and looked around the apartment.

“Hey.” He stepped out of the kitchen and grinned.

“So, cryptic text today.” I went over to give him a quick kiss. “Get ready...get ready for what?”

“We’re going on a date.”

“We’re what now?” I couldn’t have heard him right. He was taking me out...on a date?

“It’s nothing fancy, but I think we should go out. Have some fun, see where the night takes us.”

“Considering it’s a school night, I’m guessing the night is going to take us in there,” I nodded to his room, “or there.” I nodded to my room.

“Pretty much a given.” He laughed. “But seriously. I want to take you out.”

“Wow. Okay.” I looked down at my jeans and shirt. Adam was dressed equally as casual so I wasn’t sure if I should change. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect.” He looked me up and down with naked lust in his eyes, and my cock twitched and then began to swell.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave the house.” I warned, glancing down at his crotch. He was hard, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to throw him down on the couch and bury my dick in his ass.

“So tempting.” He licked his bottom lip and my eyes followed the movement, mesmerized. “But, we have a date.”

“Alright, Mr. Romantic, where are we going?” I tore my eyes from his mouth and willed my body to calm the fuck down.

“You’ll see.”

“Again with the cryptic.” I laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. At least he was eager.

* * * * *

When Adam’s truck pulled up in front of a diner I glanced over at him.

The diner looked like it had been plucked out of a fifties movie and dropped in the middle of an industrial park. Everything from the garish pink and turquoise exterior to the flashing neon sign screamed retro, but not in a hipster, cool way.

“How very rock and roll,” I drawled and he laughed.

“Don’t judge until you’ve gotten the full experience.” He climbed out of the car and I followed suit.

He took my hand as we met around the front of the truck, and I flushed happily as we walked into the diner together. It was the first time he’d held my hand in public, and I fucking loved it.

The inside was exactly what I would have expected from the outside. The floor was a strange combo of pink and orange linoleum, and the booths were all pink Formica with shimmery red plastic benches. There were pictures of fifties icons like Elvis, James Dean, and Marilyn Monroe on the walls, and the music reminded me of the movie Grease.

There was a counter at the front of the diner with red stools, and it looked like an honest to goodness soda shop. There was even an old-school jukebox in the corner near the entrance to the kitchen.

“I feel like Ward and June Cleaver are going to come walking in,” I quipped as we sat down.

Adam grinned and handed me a menu.

“I don’t think any of this is on your approved diet list, Mr. Baseball God,” I chided as I looked at the options. Everything was either greasy diner food or down home cooking, and it all looked delicious.

“I worked hard this morning, and am planning on working hard later.” He winked and nodded to our left. “Incoming.”

When I turned I saw a waitress in a poodle skirt and a pink leather jacket coming toward us with a smile on her face and a notepad in her hand.

“Can I get you boys a drink to start?”

“Iced tea?” Adam ordered.

“You got it, and you?” She glanced at me.

“Same.”

“Gotcha.”

“Can we also get an order of chili cheese fries to start?” Adam asked.

The waitress grinned and jotted a few notes on her pad. “Anything else?”

Adam glanced at me and I shook my head.

“We’re good for now, thanks.”

She nodded and turned away from the table.

“Chili cheese fries?” I laughed heartily. “You know, most people try to impress their dates with fancy shit.”

“I didn’t take you for a fancy shit kind of guy.” Adam raised his eyebrow playfully.

“I’m not. This is much more my speed.”

“Mine too.”

“You know, this is actually my first real date,” I admitted.

“What?”

“I’ve never done the boyfriend thing before so I never went on dates. I met guys, did the flirting thing... you can fill in the next part, and then that was it. No romance, no dates.”

“Well, I’m glad I get to be one of your firsts. You’re pretty much all of mine.” He reached across the table and linked our hands together.

I flushed as I looked at our entwined fingers and tried not to grin like an idiot. “Trust me when I say you’re a first for me in so many ways.”

Before the moment could get too sappy our waitress was back with our drinks. I braced myself, waiting for Adam to snatch his hand back, but he didn’t. He just smiled at the waitress as she put our drinks on the table, and I couldn’t help notice the way she grinned at us, like she was genuinely happy to see us together.

“Is there a reason you never wanted to date anyone?” Adam asked, pulling his hand away from mine so he could take a sip of his iced tea.

“My high school was small enough that I was really the only out kid, especially in my grade. I didn’t have a lot of chances to meet anyone, unless it was friends of friends.”

“And you didn’t meet anyone you wanted to be with?”

“I did, once.” I sighed and bit my lip, wondering if I should tell him the story.

“What happened?”

“I met someone at a party when I was seventeen and we hooked up. He was great, really took the time to make it good for me, but he was older and only in town visiting family so it didn’t go past that night. I had a few friends in high school who tried to set me up with their cousins or brother’s friends who were gay. They didn’t seem to get that just because we both liked guys that didn’t mean we would automatically be attracted to each other. I met some nice guys, but they weren’t my type, and I wasn’t theirs.”

“That must have been hard.”

“In a way.” I shrugged. “There was one guy I did a project with. I went to his house a few times to work on it. We weren’t exactly friends but he was nice enough. His family didn’t have a problem letting ‘the gay’, as a lot of people’s parents called me, in the house so that was a plus. I met his older brother while he was back from college on break.”

“He was gay?”

“And closeted. Like completely on the DL.”

“DL?”

“Down low. He lived straight but fucked guys on the side.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So long story short he kissed me when Drew, my class partner, was helping his dad with something. He wanted to meet me that night, so I told him my address. He picked me up in his car and I thought we were going on a date.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Nope. He drove to an access road and pulled out his dick.”

“What did you do?”

“I sucked it.” I shrugged, flushing. “I was horny and had only been with that one guy so I thought I could at least get some experience, maybe a few orgasms out of it.”

“Logan?” Adam reached across the table and took my hand again. “What happened?”

“Ryan was a strict top. He refused to put any part of me in his body, including my tongue. He wouldn’t kiss me on the mouth after that first one at his parent’s house, and he didn’t want to jack me off because I’d get cum on him. He wouldn’t even fuck me face-to-face. I guess it was his way of keeping it less gay because he was fucking me, not the other way around.”

“Did you meet with him again?” he asked softly, squeezing my hand.

“Every night of his break.” I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. “I wasn’t in love with him or anything, but he kept saying all the right things and I liked him. I made excuses as to why he was being that way, and why I was letting him. The sex wasn’t bad, but I didn’t get much out of it because I had to do my own prep and then it was up to me to make sure I got off. He wasn’t a complete ass, though. He wanted to hang out after, just talk, you know. I felt like he understood me in a way that no one else did, and I felt like he saw me as an equal and not just some high school kid.

“The last night of his visit he said he wanted me to come visit him at school. I got excited, thinking that things might actually go somewhere and he’d want to be with me, until he’d added that I’d have to get a hotel room off campus and he’d only be able to see me when his girlfriend was at work.”

“Oh, Logan. I’m sorry.” Adam squeezed my hand and I gave him a shaky smile.

“I was the ‘side chick’, his words, and he needed to keep his rep intact. Basically I was an ass to fuck while he played straight. He said he hated to go to the gay clubs because he might be seen so I was perfect, even though I wasn’t really his type. He said he liked his guys bigger, more manly, but I was available and beggars couldn’t be choosers.”

“That’s horrible. What an asshat.”

“That he was. I never saw him again, but it was the shame of being nothing more than a secret fuck that really hurt. Like he didn’t give a shit that it was me, I was just convenient because I was gay. And I was pissed at myself for not seeing it for what it was.”

“Fuck. And here I am keeping you—”

“It’s not the same thing.” I squeezed his hand, cutting him off. “I know you’re with me for me, and I’m not the secret fuck you keep hidden while you’re with some chick. You care about me. He didn’t.”

“I do care about you.” He squeezed my hand again, and as his mouth opened to say something else, my breath caught because every instinct in my body was telling me Adam was about to say he loved me.

Before he could say a single word our waitress was back with our chili cheese fries and the spell was broken.

“You know what you want?” she asked pleasantly, and I had to bite my tongue so I didn’t tell her to fuck off so Adam could finish what he’d started to say.

Instead we glanced at the menus and ended up ordering the same thing.

The rest of the meal went well. We talked about less serious things, and I felt better now that I’d shared that part of my past with Adam. He’d told me about his dating history and the girlfriends he’d had, and even though we were vastly different, I didn’t feel judged at all. The food was amazing and after polishing off the fries, then a burger piled high with bacon and cheese, I was feeling very full.

“I don’t think there was a single vegetable in that meal.” I laughed as we got back into Adam’s truck.

“Fries are potatoes. And there were tomatoes in the chili.” Adam grinned and started up the car. “I think there were a few pieces of lettuce on the burger, buried under the bacon.”

“True. So we were totally healthy.”

“Completely.” He pulled out of the parking lot and turned left. Our apartment was to the right.

“Where are we going?”

“You don’t think dinner was the only part of our date, do you?” He winked at me before taking another left turn. “I intend to show you a good time.”

“Really?” I grinned and tried to figure out where we were going. “I’ve got to say, this date thing is pretty fun.”

“Yeah, it is.” He nodded and gave me a tender smile.

We drove for about twenty minutes, and when we pulled up in front of a miniature golf course I couldn’t help laughing.

“Mini putt?”

“Not mini putt, although we can do that after if you want. Look back there.” He pointed to a fenced-off area behind the golf course, and what I saw made me laugh even harder.

“Batting cages?”

“Yup.”

“You are such a jock.”

“What? You said you used to play?” he teased.

“Yeah, little league.”

“Don’t worry, they have an easy setting.”

“Do they have a t-ball setting?” I asked as I climbed out of the truck. “I’d rather not make a complete ass of myself tonight.”

Adam laughed and led me to the cages. It was completely automated and we were the only ones there at the moment. I watched him slip some sort of key card into a storage structure, and when the door opened I saw it was an equipment shed.

“You a VIP or something?” I asked as he handed me a helmet and a bat.

“I have a membership.” He pulled out a second helmet and bat and closed the door. “All you can hit.”

“This a team thing?” I asked as I tested the weight of the bat. It was aluminum, and while it was long it was light. I could work with it, hopefully.

“It’s a me thing. I come here when I need to wind down or think. It’s kind of ‘my’ place.”

I looked up at his words. “And you want to share it with me?”

“I want to share everything with you, Logan.”

I didn’t know what to say, but any desire to speak quickly flew out of my mind as Adam closed the distance between us, dropping his bat and helmet as he gently cupped my cheeks in his hands before leaning in to kiss me.

It wasn’t a long or dirty kiss, but it was the fact that he was kissing me outside that made it especially incredible. It didn’t matter that we were alone, it was how he didn’t even hesitate that meant everything to me.

When he pulled away I saw a soft smile playing on his lips, and I knew I had an identical one on my face.

“Ready to hit some balls?” Adam asked as he bent to pick up his helmet and bat.

“It’ll probably be more like swing and a miss for me, but yeah.” I stared at his ass as he bent down. His jeans were pulled tight over the full globes, and the waistband dipped just far enough I could see the top of his boxer briefs.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get to see a hell of a lot more soon enough.”

I snapped my eyes up to Adam’s face as his voice broke into my thoughts.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He nodded and motioned to the first cage. “Batter up.”

“Tease.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“You know it.” He gave my ass a quick slap as I walked past him, and I hoped to hell we didn’t have to stay too long, otherwise I might just explode.

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ADAM

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As much as I wanted to have a real date and share the batting cages with Logan, I couldn’t wait to get his ass home so I could put the last part of my plan into action.

He wasn’t as bad as he made out he was when it came to hitting. As long as it was set on easy he could hit about every other pitch. When we moved it up to intermediate, he managed to catch a piece of a few of them. On hard, he missed every single one.

“You were enjoying my awfulness a little too much,” he grumbled as we put our equipment back in the shed.

“You’re cute when you pout.”

“I don’t want to be cute. I want to be sexy.” He gave me an exaggerated pout as I stepped closer to him.

“Hmmm, a sexy pout? I don’t know if that’s possible.”

I saw a group of younger teens with a few adults coming toward the cages and made a snap decision. Fuck them. If they didn’t want to see two guys kissing then they could look away.

I bent my head and caught Logan’s lips under mine, giving him a quick but thorough kiss.

“Okay, I guess it is possible. Definitely sexy.”

Logan flushed and glanced around after I pulled away. When he saw the group coming toward us he gave me a surprised look, but I just winked and grabbed his hand.

Ignoring the looks we got from the adults in the group we headed back to my truck. The date wasn’t over, but it was time to go home.

* * * * *

The drive was torture.

It would take thirty minutes for me to get us from the cages to our apartment, and I spent the entire time with a raging hard-on and a desperate need to claim Logan’s mouth in the hottest, deepest kiss I possibly could.

I could tell he was just as worked up by the looks he kept shooting me, and when we were five minutes from the apartment he grinned wickedly and slowly rubbed his palm over his crotch.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I looked down at his hand, then tore my gaze off him and forced it back on the road. I was driving after all, it would probably help if I was looking where the truck was going.

“What?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he palmed his cock again. “You imagining my dick in your mouth?”

“Oh yeah.” I nodded, glancing down as he ran just the tips of his fingers under the waistband of his jeans. “God damn, babe.”

“What else are you imagining?”

“Burying my cock in your ass. Claiming you. Owning you.”

“Fuck. Baby.” Logan shook his head and gripped his erection through his pants. “You mean it?”

“Fuck yeah.” I nodded and reached over, skimming my fingers over his cock before grabbing his hand. “I want to share that with you tonight.”

“I want that too.” He squeezed my hand and we both turned our attention to the road, our teasing forgotten.

When I parked the truck I undid my seatbelt and grabbed Logan’s shirt, pulling him toward me so I could kiss him before he climbed out of the truck.

His lips were soft and warm, and while I’d intended to claim his mouth and kiss him senseless, the moment our lips touched it turned into something sweet and gentle.

I nipped at his lips, kissing the top one a few times before moving to tease the bottom. After another moment of teasing I gently ran the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips, and then dipped it into his mouth as he opened to me.

The kiss went on and on as we sipped at each other’s mouths. It wasn’t until my hip began to ache that I realized the strange angle I was twisted at.

“Inside?” I asked breathlessly as I ended the kiss.

“Hell to the yeah.”

We scrambled out of the truck and hurried up to the apartment. It took a moment for me to get the door open as I fumbled with the lock, but the second we were in the door Logan slammed it closed. I grabbed him, hauling him up against my body as I pinned him against the door.

This kiss wasn’t gentle and teasing, and after only a few minutes I had to pull away so I could drag in a breath.

“Fuck, Adam.” Logan’s eyes were hooded and dark. His lips were swollen and glistening and his hair was mussed. He looked incredible, and he was just as turned on as I was.

“Logan.” I traced my thumb over his bottom lip, mesmerized with his beauty and perfection in the moment.

“I’m not going to last long.” He shook his head. “I want you too much.”

“I’m right there with you.” I nodded and moved my hands so I could undo his jeans. “I’m just going to take the edge off, okay?”

He nodded, leaning back against the door as I ripped his pants open and then pulled his cock free of his boxer briefs. I gripped him in my hand, giving him a few hard tugs as I struggled to undo my pants with my left hand.

Logan reached for me but I batted his hand away and shook my head. I wanted him to lean back and enjoy this.

He nodded and let his head fall back against the door as he stared at me, his eyes dark with lust. I finally got my pants open and whipped out my cock. Taking a step closer to him I lined our dicks up and fisted them with one hand as I braced myself against the door with the other.

We didn’t kiss as I dragged my hand up and down our erections, our pre-cum mixing and creating a slick passage. Instead we stared at each other, lost in the moment.

“Fuck.” Logan bit his lip as his hips surged forward, and I matched the movement.

“That’s it, babe. Fuck my hand.” My voice was hoarse and rough, and Logan nodded as he gripped my hips.

As he began thrusting into my hand I matched him, making sure to keep our cocks aligned and touching. I could see he was getting close and I gritted my teeth and ignored my tightening body. There was no way in hell I was finishing before him.

“Oh god. Fuck!”

Logan’s fingers bit into my hips and he shouted in pleasure as he hit his orgasm. The moment I felt his release coating my hand and running over my cock, I was done.

“Fuck!”

The force of my release hit me so hard my knees almost buckled. Logan gripped my hips and pulled me up against his body, trapping my hand between us as the aftershocks rocked us both. Our foreheads were pressed together as our panting breaths mixed and mingled.

“Fucking perfect,” I whispered, still gripping our cocks as I pulled back to look at Logan.

“Yes, you are.” His hand skimmed the side of my face and his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Come on.”

His hand slid down my neck, over my shoulder and down to my hand. When he took it and gave me a gentle tug, I was able to pull away from him and let go of our softening dicks.

He led me to his bedroom and pulled off his shirt. I watched as he used it to wipe off his stomach, and then handed it to me so I could wipe my hand clean.

I tossed the shirt when I was done and toed off my shoes, then reached down to pull off my socks. Logan followed suit, and after I’d tossed my own shirt aside I reached out to him.

“Come here.”

We came together in a gentle embrace. Logan’s hands ran up and down my back, teasing my skin with soft touches, and I held his hips so I could make sure as much of my body was touching his as possible. Our lips and tongues moved together languidly, and the moment was perfect. Fucking perfect.

I didn’t want to rush, hell, I didn’t want it to end. All I could think about was how much I loved him, and since I couldn’t say the words, I tried to pour all of my emotions into the kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, but it was so he could pull in a few gasping breaths. I just held him and tried to get my emotions in check. We wouldn’t be having sex tonight. This was all about making love to the man I was in love with.

Since our pants were still undone it didn’t take much to push his down until they puddled at his feet. His boxer briefs were next, and when he was naked I rid myself of my own clothes before we were back in each other’s arms.

I wasn’t willing to let go of him for even a second, so I angled our bodies toward his bed and we fell in a mess of limbs. It took a bit of maneuvering to get us into the middle of the mattress, but we ended with my laying on top of him, our mouths connected once again in a searing kiss.

“Do you have what we need?” I asked quietly, pulling my lips off his, but not moving far.

Logan reached up and pulled the bottle of lube out from under his pillow. I noticed he didn’t have a condom.

“Logan—”

“I’m negative.” He put his finger on my lips to silence me. “I got tested last week. I don’t want any barriers between us, Adam. Would you get tested—”

“I already did.” I smiled and took the lube packet from him. “Almost two weeks ago.”

He beamed and reached up to hold my cheeks as he kissed me.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked softly.

“I want this. I want you to love me in a way no one ever has.”

As his words sank in I felt my chest tighten. He was giving me another first.

Nodding, I ripped the bottle open and slicked my fingers up. When I was done, Logan took it from me and put it on the bed as I reached between us.

As soon as I found his hole I sealed my mouth over his so I could swallow his gasp.

Still kissing him I took my time teasing him, rubbing and toying with it, but not pushing in.

“Please, Adam...” he almost begged, his voice catching as his hips moved under me. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, babe.” I gave him another kiss and started to push my finger inside him.

He cried out against my mouth, and while I tried to go slow, Logan was having none of it. He rolled his hips, forcing me to slide all the way inside him on the first pass. I felt and heard him pull in a gasping breath and hiss softly, but I knew what he was feeling because I felt it too, every time he was inside me. It was that incredible burn that told me he was claiming me.

I took my time prepping him, only using one finger until he begged me to use two, then three. When I was sure he was opened up enough, I pulled away from the kisses I’d been giving him and looked down into his eyes.

“Are you ready?” I had to hear him say it one more time.

“I’m ready. Please, baby.”

I shifted so I could grab the lube, and when I moved off him so I could slick my cock up, I instantly felt the loss. As soon as I was done I tossed the bottle aside and leaned over him. I had to use one of my hands to guide the head of my dick, and I used the other to hold my body above his.

Logan wrapped his legs around my lower body and held my shoulders as I pushed into him.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed as I slipped inside his body.

I’d expected it to feel like being inside a girl. I’d never done anal with a chick before, and I’d figured he’d be a bit tighter, but there was no comparison. His body enveloped me, almost pulling me into the tightest, hottest channel I could have ever imagined. He gripped me in ways I could barely comprehend, but it was the way he was looking at me that was nearly my undoing.

I steeled my resolve and slowly pulled back until just my tip was still inside him, then I pushed in.

“Fuck, Adam!” Logan cried out, arching his back so he was even more open to me.

I fought to keep my strokes long and even. I didn’t want the moment to end, I wanted to memorise every second of this, of him.

After a few minutes Logan began rolling his hips, forcing me to go deeper and faster, and I knew the exact second I hit his prostate.

“Fuck!” he cried out, his hands gripping me so tight I was sure I would bruise.

The thought that he’d leave his mark on me was so fucking hot I lost all control and planted my knees on the bed so I could hammer inside him.

We were both grunting and crying out. He was begging me to go harder, faster, and I couldn’t stop myself from putting every bit of power I had into each and every thrust. I knew I was still hitting his prostate as he screamed for me. Watching, hearing him was too much. I was getting too close.

As I reached between us so I could grip his cock and stroke him, he shook his head and pushed my hand away.

“I want to come from you fucking me. Please, baby. Fuck me,” he begged.

I could feel my body tightening, my balls were aching and my head felt like it was about to explode. I wanted to hold out for him, but I didn’t know if I could.

Desperately I added a little bit of a swirl to my hips, hoping to stimulate his prostate a little more, and thank fuck it worked.

Logan shouted my name as I felt him splash against my chest, and when his body clamped down on me, I was done.

I’d wanted to watch him as he came undone, but my orgasm was so strong I collapsed on him as every ounce of energy left with my release. Aftershocks quaked through my body and every time I unconsciously humped into Logan, he cried out to me.

When I was finally done I couldn’t move. I knew I had to be crushing him on some level, but I couldn’t gather enough energy to roll off him.

“Stay here. Stay with me,” Logan rasped, holding me tight.

“I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”

“Good. Don’t.”

The moment was perfect. The sex itself had been life-altering and incredible, but this moment, just holding him as we basked in the afterglow, was pure perfection.

I didn’t want it to end.