“No expectations, by the way. I’m not inviting you to, like, a three-day fuck fest or anything.” I snort. My boyfriend, ever the wordsmith. “I’ll even throw out all the condoms in the house, if you want. You know, to eliminate temptation.” I choke down a laugh. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” His voice thickens. “I just want to fall asleep with you. And wake up with you. And go down on you, if you’re in the mood for a John Logan orgasm.”
