Chapter 75

We stop at his apartment door so he can declare, “I can tell you right now, I’m not the housekeeper you probably are.” Two hours of solid conversation, and he’s apologizing. Again, I’m Mr. Homestore.

Before I can tell him it doesn’t matter, his sudden kiss sends me reeling back.

“Um, okay, it’s still light out,” I manage, sounding nasal. “Maybe we can just fool around with our clothes on.”

“I’ve seen you naked.” He kisses me again. “Are you nervous?”

I pull back. “Very. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I’m afraid my sperm will be like lumpy hummus.”

Jarod laughs. “You’re so silly.”

“I am also double your age. I have a hair pick somewhere older than you.”

He tries for a third kiss. I won’t allow it.

“I get your physical being at its finest. You get mine in meltdown.”

“Your dick is still pink. It’s not gray, like worn pavement, the way they get over time.”