We kissed again after pissing and checking ourselves out in the mirrors. Again, the kiss was blow-our-worlds-apart perfect and a tingle of warm intoxication built between my legs, and his, I presumed, since he was as hard as steel and seemed ready to start something naked and naughty between us.2: The History of Men
Cabella Hall
7:51 P.M.
Just for the record, we didn’t take the time to mess around just then. Too many guests were waiting for us to return from the bathroom. We made our way to the head table and kissed in front of the twenty-seven guests as they clinked their stainless-steel spoons on their glasses, goading us to show our affection publicly.