“I thought I got so lucky that night,” he tells me with a bit of a laugh. We’re both breathing so hard, stirring one another’s hair with each exhale. I’m so tempted to touch him, whether he likes it or not, that my fingertips tingle as I dig them into the forest floor beneath me. “This hot piece of ass waltzes into the bathroom, and I forget for a moment that I’m a useless, angry bastard.”
