“I’m lying here, in my room, listening to the sounds of the street outside my window. It’s raining and dark, and I wish you were lying next to me so I could feel your skin against mine and see your face. My eyes are closed so that when you talk to me, I can’t see that you’re not here.”
Fuck. I swallowed but didn’t say anything.
;(( And Justin's description of the night is so atmospheric and melancholy.
The phone sex, however, is v.v. hot!
hmmm... Snickers, cock. Snickers, cock. I'd say Justin figured out which was the better choice! Thanks for writing, Ellen. ;)