“AM I KEEPING you from anything important if you spend the night and morning here?” Sinclair asks, his voice drowsier than it had been earlier in the night.
I can’t count how many times and how many different ways the two of us have gotten off now. My throat is raw from all the moaning I’ve done and from all the times I’ve taken him in my mouth, and my body is lethargic. My eyes are too heavy to keep open and my mind is drifting between consciousness and sleep.
“No,” I answer, listening as the rain starts letting up. “I don’t have classes tomorrow.”
Something I’ve really come to like about college is how little I have to attend actual lectures. My classes are on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and most of the lectures are barely over an hour long. I’ve been taking Professor Hall’s new
