Jake raised his eyebrow. “You’ve had sex, haven’t you?”
“In college in a club up against the bathroom wall, I got two blow jobs but they were hurried affairs. I’ve never even been kissed.”
Jake picked Davey up and gently put him down on the mattress. He turned over the sheet on the other side, and got into the bed. Moving over, he pulled Davey into his arms and they lay spooned until Jake’s phone alarm went off at five thirty.
Jake woke Davey with a kiss to his forehead.
* * * *
Saturday night
Davey woke shaking. What have I done, I practically offered myself up to Jake on a platter. But he didn’t take advantage of me. What kind of man is this? He beats subs every weekend yet he held me so tenderly and took nothing from me I didn’t want to give. I need time to think. I keep saying that, but it isn’t true. I know what I think, I’m just afraid of being wrong or looking foolish when he kicks me to the curb.