บท 17: Chapter 17

When I don’t answer, Coby nods. “Just wondered,” he mutters, like he didn’t really expect a reply anyway. Starting the bike, he revs the motor and raises his voice over the choppy stutter. “I’d like to come back. If you don’t mind.”

My heart skips in my chest. I’d like to come back…“Tonight?”

Please say yes, please.

He half shrugs, half nods, and frowns slightly. “If you don’t mind.” Revving the engine, he shouts above the rumble, “The others won’t come—”

The word is free before I can stop it. “Sure.”

Then I shrug, I don’t want to sound tooeager, but the thought of him lying beside me again, his arms around me, his hands cupping my cock…“I don’t mind.”

He gives me a wide grin.. “Maybe I’ll get to take you up on your offer then.”

Before I can ask what he means by that—before I can hope he means what I wanthim to mean—he’s gone.

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