EPILOGUE
Blake looked around the room. He was naked, with a sheet in his hands. His knuckles were scratched, and the room was a mess. He looked down and saw oil on his c**k. Across from him, a man crouched, looking at him.
“It’s okay, babe,” the man said. “We were having s*x and you got a little carried away. It’s our anniversary. Just relax. Nothing’s really hurt, and we can try again later. Just get your bearings. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Blake looked at the man for several minutes. Neither of them really moved. The man just smiled at him and occasionally said stuff about everything being okay.
Then. Blake remembered. He remembered this man, this life. He remembered Jerome.
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Thanks for taking the time to read Blake Blacks Out, my first book in the Differing Sexua
