Chapter 34

“If you want.”

“And you’ll face me, as much as I love your angel wings—”

“I’ve never been accused of being an angel.”

“I used white there, like feathers.” Stone traced the imagined feathers with his fingertip on the way from room to room. “You couldn’t see it, but I could. I always could.”

Stone never looked away from Edison’s face, not once, writhing into the sheets, as Edison gently moved up and down his hard dick.

“Are we fogging up your glasses?” This time, when Edison leaned down to see, there were kisses.

“I had to see you,” Stone said.

The swipe of Edison’s wet, sweaty finger, made his vision both better and worse.

“I had to see your face when you come.”

“Now, I’m self-conscious. What if it’s ugly?”

“Not possible.”

“What if it’s goofy?”

“I like goofy.”