by M. Christine
After all the deliciously sleazy, kinky sex and debauchery that had seasoned Will into one confident man, this turn of events was a shock—but a welcome shock—to his system. Zing is what Will felt, and he had to admit to himself that this zing meant something else…love? A desirous love, his body aching for Claudia’s flesh. Will was exhilarated, anew and hopeful. He knew she wasn’t a real bitch through and through; he’d witnessed how gentle she acted toward her friend with unequal leg length. Though he managed to keep pace with his work, Will swooned, smiling, even laughing to himself. He laughed that the hypnotic, sexy, honey-coated strains of Ella Fitzgerald singing Midnight Sun played in his brain, appropriately accompanying his schoolboy-crush vibe. That song: Idyllic, firefly-filled, play-swing visions of a youth that Will never had, blooming into a rapturous wet dream of gold. Claudia inspired this almost-innocent churning force inside him that made him so high, and for that he loved her. He wanted her, Claudia, and in due time, Will pledged to win her heart.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M. Christine is a SoCal writer whose work is infused with an extended tour of duty in adult-magazine publishing, melting-pot subcultures, and art school.
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