A while later…

”Can you repeat that?” Isaac looks at me like I’m bananas, which might be true. I waited until I sucked him off to break the news to him, so he was all calm and post-orgasmic and more likely to listen to me without arguing.

”I need you to move out of your house,” I tell him. ”Mine is better, anyway, and I’m sick of you not being around on the daily.”

He closes his eyes and grins. He thinks ...