My head snapped up at Ant's whoop. We needed more boxes.
He waved the slim volume at me before rifling through the pages with a blunt, broad thumb.
Stopping at a dog-eared page, I knew with a thud what he'd found. Oh fuck.
Years old, there was a time where that spanky story was a constant
bedside companion and yeah.
I felt hot through my core.
"Ant, stop messing about!" I made a flustered grab for it, "We have a ton
of stuff to pack!"
Dodging me, he held it aloft, grinning in apparent approval.
"My girlfriend's kinky!"