Tons

An erotica romance novel--unpredictable, not a Cinderella story                     On Amazon



      






          After
dinner, Mathew suggested we take a swim and hot tub and excused us to go change.
I walked with him down the hallway towards his old room. The carpet felt the
same, smelled the same, so much had happened here. He’d thrown our suits on his
old bed. Even his room still smelled like him. He had taken most of his things,
although his sports trophies and some other memorabilia remained on the shelves.
The guitars and amps had all gone over to Jack’s. He handed me my suit.

        “Brings
back a flood of memories, doesn’t it?” he asked.

         I looked
around slowly, my head feeling like it was jerking. The drywall dent was still
in the wall, from the weight I’d thrown at him so long ago.

            “Tons,” I murmured.