9 Chapter 9

“I do,”Sean says.Here,now.His hands grasp the front of Cordero’s jersey and he pulls the rookie near,mouth open,eyes closed.Their lips touch;this time Sean’s in charge.As his tongue delves in,hungry,Cordero’s hands fumble at Sean’s waist,his hips,the door behind him.Whenhe leans against it,the door swings back beneath their combined weight.

Sean stumbles into the women’s restroom,Cordero heavy above him.