My whole body cries out in disbelief when I manage to push him away.
“Tommy,” he sighs. Nuzzling my neck, he pulls me back and purrs, “Stop doing that.”
He’s so warm in my arms, so vibrant, so alive. Isn’t this what I wanted last night? Isn’t this exactly where I want to be? But I’ve never been one to just f**k ‘em and leave, I’ve never understood that whole ‘one night stand’ thing. I want a boy to hold for as long as he’ll let me, I want a boy that’s mine, only mine, not one who picks up tricks like a kid in a candy store. What I had with John was perfect, I thought—he never gave me reason to think otherwise, until it was too late. We lived together, loved together, he was the one I came home to, the one I wanted. He knew the way I felt about us, about our relationship, and that hurt wo
