Chapter 11 Harlow
Chapter 11
Harlow
I’m not exaggerating when I say that the sex was the
Best.
Sex.
Ever.
To be fair, we had only that one condom, and therefore could only bang once—and while it hadn’t lasted long, given we were both extremely turned on by the time he entered me, the short bit of time we were screwing?
Amazing.
“Oh my God,” I groan, stretching sleepily. “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I almost worried I’d forget to moan and start barking.”
Andy rolls toward me, facing me on the mattress, both of us now settled beneath the blankets, sated and snuggling. “I have no idea how I would have reacted if you’d actually done that.”
“I have a feeling you would have started barking too. Because you seem like a team player.” No man left behind and all that.
Ha!
He stops playing with my hair before continuing, rubbing it between his fingers the way a tired little boy would.
Andy yawns.
“I’m definitely a team player. And I think I just set a new personal best.”
“You are amazing.” My voice is barely audible as my eyes slide closed.
I wish this weren’t goodbye.
I wish we had more time together.
I wish . . .
... so many things were different. And that the timing of this were better. And that I had a bottomless piggy bank so I could hop on a jet next week and meet him in Seattle so I could see him again. I wish he had a bottomless piggy bank so he could do the same.
But things are what they are.
And so.
I drift off to sleep, Andy’s fingers reaching for mine in the dark, a smile on my lips.