Chapter 2
Chris is right behind me, his moan muffled against my lips as he lets loose. It’s delicious. I take his fingers into my mouth, and he does the same with mine. We watch each other. It’s an erotic sight, sucking my lover’s juice into my mouth as if it’s a lollipop.
“Come on, love. Let’s go home,” Chris says.
We help each other straighten up before walking hand in hand—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and cocks sated—out of the alley.
What a memory!
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Present Day
I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh. Everywhere I go, couples, families, and groups of friends bustle about in search of the perfect gift for that special day. Myperfect gift would be Chris’s presence in my apartment on Christmas morning. All I feel right now is jealousy of all these happy people in the city. My goodwill is at an all-time low, I suppose.