Page 68 of A Real Goode Time
I sighed. Nudged her a little more firmly. “Torie, scoot over a little.”
She blinked her eyes open at me. “Wha?”
I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. “You’re across the whole bed. Make a little room for me, would you?”
She blinked again. “You came back.”
I frowned. “Of course. I just needed a minute to process and think.”
“Sleepy.” She wriggled with awkward adorableness so she was properly oriented in the bed. “Cold.”
I slid in, pulled up the covers, and tucked them in around her chin. “Better?”
“Mmmhmmm. Thank you.” Her eyes were unfocused but gazing at me. “Sorry I’m a virgin.”
I laughed softly. “Don’t be sorry.”
“Will you still be here when I wake up?”
She had issues about this virginity thing, it was obvious. “Yes, Torie. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.” Another of those tiny, sleepy, heart-melting smiles. “Good.”
I was a side sleeper, so I rolled toward her, watched her tumble into drowsiness, twitching as she fell asleep.
I almost laughed out loud when she twitched so hard that it was almost a full body jerk, which brought her semi-awake again.
“Huh?” she mumbled.
I shook my head. Cupped her cheek. “You’re just twitching. It’s okay. Sleep.”
“I’m a twitcher when I’m sleepy. Watch your shins.”
I snorted a laugh. “I will.”
Another twitch, her eyelids fluttered open and closed. “Rhys?”
“Mmm?”
“You have the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen.”
I choked on a laugh. “I…thanks?”
“I’ve only seen two, including yours. But yours is just…it has to be the prettiest penis there is.”
Was she sleep-talking? Or did she just get weirdly unfiltered when she was half asleep?
She seemed to fall fully asleep after that, taking away the need of a response, which was good since I wasn’t sure how to respond.
I dozed, and then the dozing turned to deep sleep.
My dreams, of course, were of Torie. Namely, her mouth, doing delightful things to me.
I woke up disoriented,confused. Entangled. Something was tickling my nose; something else was weighing on my chest. And why did my dick hurt?
I struggled to make sense of my existence.
Where was I?
