Hank nuzzles my neck. Is he up for a quickie? Bright sunlight streams through my room and between the warm beams and the feel of Hank against me I bask in my happiness. Even though I don’t hear anything from the other rooms, I assume his friends still are out there. Therefore, I reason, a quickie sounds like the best, most logical, solution. His arm is across my chest so I snuggle in closer, hoping he’ll get the hint, don’t want to seem too brazen after all. “I’m going to jump in your shower, OK?” he whispers, pressing a light, wispy kiss on my neck. I nod, too disappointed to say anything. So much for a quickie and my art of subtlety. I guess it’s better to not go there anyway with his friends potentially waking at any moment. I roll to my side to watch a buck-naked Hank slide out of bed, my gaze drawn to his backside. He thinks nothing of walking out into the hallway to my bathroom without so much as a hand covering his bits.
