Chapter 34

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After sex, buzzed because of the thick and aromatic flavor of semen that wafted about the private wrestling room, I said up to Colm, “We should get cleaned up and go out for food. I’m thinking Chinese.”

“It’s a blizzard out there. Nothing is going to be open.”

“The Chow Place is always open, rain or shine. I’m into some General Tso’s.”

“Sex with you and Chinese food afterward isn’t such a bad combo.”

“I won’t argue that.”

He kissed me, pulled away, and blinked a number of times. “Daron, I want to tell you something.”

“I’m sure you do,” I whispered, clinging to his sweaty and sticky chest, sealed to the man. “What is it?”

“I want to say that I love…”