We leave a trail of shoes and jackets leading to the stairs when we finally have to pull away from each other. My shirt drops to the carpet as I climb the steps, and his follows. By the time we reach my bedroom door, we’re both completely naked. Lyric pauses inside the room and glances around, taking it all in. I only see him, and I don’t know what he’s finding so fascinating. I crook my finger at him. He doesn’t move. “This whole bedroom is bigger than the pool house I’m currently squatting in.” I glance around the room, trying to see it from his perspective. I have some rumpled clothes on my
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What the duck is up with this pacing, 60 to 0, I’ve got whiplash…
