I stay in bed, nursing my hangover, while Dave disappears into the bathroom. I hear the shower running, and my mind conjures up images of him naked in the tub, water running down his firm muscles. Part of me is surprised I seem to be so open to the idea of taking our friendship to the next level. I’ve never looked at another man before, not in the way I used to look at Julia. Not with any feeling of love or desire. Nothing about the male body has ever really appealed to me before.
But the memory of Dave’s kiss, the ghost of him in the bed beside me, the way we used to be so comfortable together and the hope of having even just a little of that comfort back in my life again…these things stir my blood, tickle my libido, stiffen my d**k. Despite my headache, my whole body trills with excitem
