When
Riley drew them both up to standing and kissed him, Curtis put everything he
had into it. He wanted Riley to take him back to bed, to fuck him senseless,
memory-less, problem-less. What a way it’d be to go.
“I
wish I could help you,” Riley murmured brokenly.
“What,
by thumping him like you did your dad? Like you did that chef? I feel bad
enough, asking you for money you don’t have.” At the look on Riley’s face,
Curtis cursed his big mouth yet again. “Man, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it.
That I don’t want him to suffer like I did. At least, I used to want that. But
that’s just going to make him come back at me, harder than ever. And it’ll drop
you in the same shit, right? I…really don’t want that. Don’t make me regret
telling you anything at all.”
“Curtis.”
Riley’s voice was soft and oddly shaky. “You don’t have t’ protect me.”
“Yes
I do. Now let’s just make the best of things before I have to go to work.” He