Chapter 12: Mr. December
“He’s stunning,” Kevin whispers, toying with one my n*****s following a round of heated and mind-rocking s*x in his flat on Wistrow Street. He hasn’t taken a shower yet, and he’s sticky and sweaty. He smells like me, of our bodies mixing as one, of a our heated love affair.
“You’re talking about Cain, Georgina’s boyfriend, right?” I ask, enjoying him next to me, feeling his heartbeat inside my armpit and his chin hair on my chest. He breathes on me, exhaling against my flesh.
“Of course. Georgina’s a lucky woman to have found him. I could see the sparkle in her eyes yesterday at lunch. Windblown. Mesmerized. Dazzled.”
“Sort of how you look at me,” I joke.
“I can’t tell you how true that statement is.” He pinches my n****e and sighs. “You’re an unbelievable man
