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I get up fro rooh the

There’s a lone forht outside My heart skips a beat—could that be one of the junkies Luca mentioned today?

Peter never ain, he also insisted he was fine and told me not to come home because he was “just a little sick”

Liar

I lean forward untilroom

It’s Luca

He still likes to run shirtless, I see

He has his back to awk at him to my heart’s content

Luca treats his skin like a canvas, covering it with black, green, and red ink He once told le piece was etched into his flesh either by a close friend, or by a famous tattoo artist at one of the conventions he frequented

His tattoos see as his body strains to maintain his steady, controlled pace

I re, ier I’d run to theat the sound of heavy sneakers pounding the pavement outside On my luckier days, I’d see Luca outside, his upper body bared for me to see

Not for the first tiod who sculpted that body into life I’ lines of his body, the ropes of muscles underneath his skin, the curve of his assLuca could convert a girl into a believer

I lickI could lick the salty sweat off his skin instead

I don’t need to see hilorious six-pack abs on that lean body And I know his sweatpants hang low enough to expose the V-shaped ridge stretching froe, which no doubt is also outlined by the soft fabric

I ie,over the soft cotton that covers the hot, hard man meat underneath I’d worship that cock and let him toss me around, do whatever he wants to me, use whichever hole he wants

Except, Luca’s off-limits

Yes, one now, and there’s no friendship for me to potentially wreck But, I don’t need any complications And I don’t want him to feel like he has to step in and be Peter’s replacement, now that I’m on my own

If it’s a waret it elsewhere I’ve just been so busy ements I haven’t had a chance to try