Meet Switch, Part Ten
By the time we finished, the sun was rising. Switch removed his belt from my wrists, pulled me back against him and we fell asleep curled up with each other. There was something sort of sweet about the way he held me.
We slept only about three hours, we both had things to do or places to be in the morning. We wound up lingering in bed another hour before having to rush off.
I got a text later that day from him expressing that he’d like to see me again and asking what I was doing Friday night. It took some restraint to not just be cheesy and reply “you?”.
But, uh, yeah.