Chapter 15: Last Night, Goodbye
We leave The Warehouse at three in the morning. Side by side we walk back to his flat, semi-drunk and charged on happiness. Corey wears my cowboy hat, and his right hand is wrapped within my left one. He says, “Can we make-out back at my place?”
“s**t,” I murmur, sounding disappointed. “To tell you the truth, I was hoping for more.”
“What kind of more?”
“You want to ride a cowboy?”
“I’d like to marry him, but if riding comes first, then I’m all for it.”
“Against the wall or on the bed?”
“How’s over the table sound?”
“I can handle that,” I reply, laughing.
“And so it is done,” he confirms, ready to thump my ass, quickening our pace back to his flat.
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We end up naked on the bed, above Elvis. The act of s*x between us is more romantic than rou
