It takes a while for a cab to come, and by the time I’m back at my hotel room I really am feeling old. Also, horny. Flopping down on my bed, I rest my hands on my abdomen, and try to remember the last time I went this long without having sex. I want to walk down the hall, knock on Corwin’s door and crawl into bed with him. And nothing, I know, would send him running for the hills faster. He’s inexperienced, but that’s neither a turn-off, nor a deal breaker for me. What does worry me, though, is the obvious anxiety he has about any sort of physical contact. There is a tremor of fear present
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