Chapter 46

He laughed. “No. I meant this.” He pointed around the room. “This. It’s like a time warp. Nothing has been moved.” He pointed to the poster above my bed. “Madonna. Classic.”

I smiled. “So it’s been said.”

He sat on my bed. It sagged under our combined weight. That was a first. He leaned in and kissed me good morning. “I feel eighteen again,” he whispered. “I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a fucked up one.”

“Probably a little bit of both.”

He nodded and kissed me again, his fingers gently tweaking my nipple. I moaned, my eyelids fluttering. He remembered how my body reacted to his touch. It remembered as well. My dick was doing the most remembering as it popped through the fly of my boxers.

He stared down at the one-eyed beast. He took a hold of it. “Some things never change.”

“Though everything has, huh?”