Chapter 92

“You’re going to have a lot of pictures of me,” he said on a lengthy yawn, stretching his long, beefy body.

“Nothing wrong with that.” I crawled over it to kiss him. “See.”

Patrick looked at the drawing. The bed looks bigger in this one.” He smiled.

“Big enough for three. That’s what they looked like in my vision, a really quick version. I’m going to sit and do them justice someday soon. I’m just happy I remember their faces, now. You and Jefferson have similar eyes. Calvin’s smile is shy at first, but once he’s comfortable, look out. It’ll knock you off your feet.”

“You’re dressed.” Patrick touched my soft, fleece pants.

“Yeah.” I was half-dressed, just those and a bowtie. “As fun as this has been, when it was just me and my brain in the locker room, I remembered I was at Cost-Mart.”

“Should I remember I’m at Cost-Mart, too?” Patrick pulled the blanket up over his hard cock.