This act of man-combined-with-man is complete. We sit on the sofa and huff afterwards. “Nicely done,” he says. He grins his brutally handsome smile. “I don’t usually do this, but can I kiss you?”
“Of course, you can.” I only let him because he seems like the right guy for me. A lover. A keeper. Someone of importance.
Unfortunately, our evening together ends rather abruptly. He dresses, asks for half of his full p*****t to dance at the birthday party. Before I realize it, he exits my place carrying a blistering smile on his face, and a check in his right hand.
“Until I see you again, PE-2.”
He winks, leaving. “You get to me, Ben. This never happens to me.”
I pat him on the back with my right palm, laugh. “Come back anytime you want. I look forward to your visit.”
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