Sitting on the hood of my car, I watch the city below. I feel serene here. Maybe the two shots that still burn my throat help.
The engine of a car roars behind my back, but I don’t turn around. Only Henry knows that I’m here. My glasses are on my nose: he’ll not see the state of my puffy eyes because of my exchanges with Jonny. No word crosses his lips as he approaches. I just feel the warmth in my lower back. And he finally faces me.
I draw him between my legs and, as if he felt my distress, he silently takes me in his arms. I close my eyes and smell his delicious scent, a mixture of soap and musk. If he puts on cologne, it’s light and even more intoxicating. I look up at him and take the time to note the beauty of this Adonis that makes me thrill so much. The blue of his eyes is striki
