Bab 4: Chapter 4

Patrick moaned and rose up, pushing against his tongue and caresses. “More. Oh, God, Andrew!”

Josh froze, straightening up from the bed. Patrick calling out Andrew’s name deflated his erection as though it had been submerged in ice water. His heart hammering in his chest, he opened his mouth to tell Patrick he was leaving. This had been a terrible idea.

Soft snoring filled the room. The man had passed out.

Fuck, I’m an idiot. 2

Patrick wasn’t sure if it was the pounding in his head or the gardeners outside his condo using an extremely loud weed whacker that woke him. But he was pissed about both.

It took monumental effort, but he opened his eyes. Pinpricks of sunlight streamed in through his bedroom window. Who the fuck had opened the blinds?

Cursing under his breath, he reached over and yanked the mini-blind strings so hard it was surprising they didn’t break. The blinds blocked out the annoying sun.