I groan and slam a pillow on top of my face. I’m not ready to be awake, not ready to face the day. A body moves next to me and I throw the pillow across the room; there’s no reason not to wake up now. She’s still here. Still. How did I get so lucky?  ...
Matthew’s cock strained against his jeans and stole all rational thought. Here, in the middle of this park, in front of God and the birds and who the fuck else, he was going to fuck her senseless. A haiku: I’m not outdoorsy But fucking Lynn in the park? &...