The Morning After Chapter 3
I actually never answered Christy’s question. I think my tongue buried as deeply as I could get it inside her mouth was answer enough. And I never broke that kiss until after I had walked past the bedroom she had been in the night before, and into my room. When I finally broke the kiss and sat her down on her feet, Christy looked around the room and gasped. “Oh. My. God. This is the biggest bedroom I have ever seen,” she exclaimed. “This is bigger than my entire apartment. “How many...