I'm standing there panting, wearing nothing but my pink Docs and my bra when Cope glances at Michael for a moment and then back to me, his expression impossible to read. What is happening right now? Is he changing his mind? Am I? Are we still together? Copeland picks me up with his hands under my ass, the same way he just did in the bathroom, picking up right where we left off. But this time, instead of my back hitting the wall, I feel myself press against Michael's hard, warm body. He's so strong, so immovable, he may as well be a fucking wall.
