The One Decent Thing (Santa Rafaela, #1)

by Eliot Grayson

“I could blow you,”

“I could blow you. Every time I apologize and I shouldn’t, I’ll — I’ll suck you off.”

I had everything I’d never known I needed right there in bed with me.

“Sebastian. You’re all that matters. No one else.”

Sebastian buried his face in my chest again, his breath coming in heaves. Did something? Cheated on me, knocked over a liquor store, joined the circus, broke the laws of physics by getting a top quark and a bottom quark to fuck, and now we were all going to die when the universe exploded?

I care enough, and you’re my person. I’m not going anywhere.

“Hey, baby?” “Yeah?” “No take-backs.”