Time for a good fuck.

I lean over and kiss him, softly and sincerely. "I want you in me," I whisper.

I can see from the look in his eyes that he's more than ready. "Absolutely," he says.

Our differences in height are going to take a few options off the table. Not that the little table in my rented room would stand up to a good fuck. I look at the two wooden chairs, the rug on the floor, the rumpled bed, and back at Hale.

And then...