Chapter 20

I don’t get it. “What do you mean? Can’t what?” I don’t know about him, but my whole body aches right now, my crotch throbs with the memory of his knee pressing sweetly against my cock. I’m hard and I’ve waited long enough for this moment, I don’t want it to slip away. “Aaron…”

He sighs, exasperated. That sound alone tells me I’m not getting any more loving tonight. Bitterly he says, “Can’t, Chris. Do I have to spell it out for you? C-A-N-apostrophe—”

“Stop it.” I pull my hand back, angry as he shrugs away. “I’m not a child. I know how to fucking spell.”

We lie there for a moment, both of us on our backs, staring into the darkness above. He’s pissed me off, but maybe there’s something I can say or do to get him back on my side of the bed.

Gently, I ask, “Why not? We’ve done it before. All of a sudden you can’t—”

“It’s not that.”