Nox

Having Charli in my bed was supposed to eliminate the morning jerk-off session, not make it worse. Damn, it was all I could do to get in the shower and not lose it all over the bathroom floor, especially as our wet clothes from last night's shower greeted me, sprawled all over the floor.

Earlier this morning, I'd sent a text to Isaac to have him send me another pair of shoes. I'd planned for clothes, but who in the hell stepped into a shower with their shoes on? ...