Chapter 5

“You play Halo?” he asked, as he flipped over a game cover to read the back.

“Yeah. You should come over and play sometime.”

“What about after we get off?” Corin asked.

“I usually like to cuddle.” Did I just hit on him? Shit. Now he was going to get all wigged out and avoid me like the plague. Wonderful

Corin snickered and I mentally exhaled.

“Sounds like a date,” he said.

This was a fucking Christmas Miracle.

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I leaned over the towel spread across the bowl of my bathroom sink. I’d learned the hard way, after losing pieces of body jewelry down the drain, that a towel made a pretty good catch-all.

The damn black ball wouldn’t thread right onto the barbell through my tongue and saliva was starting to drip down my hand, increasing the difficulty of putting my stud back in.

My phone buzzed and I jumped. The tiny plastic orb pinched between my thumb and forefinger slipped, hit the one square inch of the countertop that wasn’t covered by towel, and disappeared.