I’m just plain happy. Last night was everything. The concert was a good time. We’d stood there at the foot of the stage, dancing, Luke’s hands on my hips. And naturally when we got back to the hotel, I was ready to give the king-sized bed another workout. “Are you sore?” Luke had asked me between kisses. “Kind of,” I’d admitted. We’d been crazy men the night before. “But athletes don’t complain about pain.” “Sure, but…” He’d popped the button on his own jeans. “Maybe you’d better fuck me, then.” He’d said it just like that. Like we were deciding between the stuffed mushrooms and the chicken
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