Chapter 10: Attraction of the Fittest
“Come in,” I said, but shouldn’t have given him the opportunity. I wanted to read the next chapter in a three hundred-page Victorian mystery and enjoy another glass of wine while Francine Foxxe slept in peace upstairs. I was not one to turn in early, perhaps somewhat vampiric and nocturnal. Beckley was beyond attractive and fit, though, and caused me to enjoy his company, but not romantically.
“I know it’s late, but there’s something I need to share with you.”
I assumed he was horny and wanted our bodies to bump together in a fine motion that queer men seemed to process with such skill in our liberal town of Vanmer. It was not news to me that the running back would have loved to share an almost-midnight booty call with my thin frame, coveting my pri
