“What’s so funny?”
“Do the maths. You were our age gap years old when I was born.”
I gape. He’s right. I press my face against the pillow beside his head.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have pointed that out, should I?”
I shake my head.
He snakes his finger up and down my spine. “It doesn’t bother me. I was attracted to you because you’re older. I might be younger, but I’m old enough to know what and who I want.”
He’s right. I raise my head and kiss him tenderly.
“That’s better.” He grazes his knuckles over my cheek. “I was starting to worry you’d change your mind about staying the night. And about letting me suck your cock. I’m looking forward to that.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“So am I.”
He grins. “Then stop stressing about being older than me, ’kay?”
I nod. It didn’t stop me from fucking him into the mattress, so I shouldn’t freak out about it now.
I slip off him and rest my head on his shoulder. He slides his arm under me and places his hand on my back. Our fingers tangle over his taut stomach.
“Tell me something about yourself,” Archer says.
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything. What’s your favourite film?”
“Jurassic Park.”
“Oh. Scary dinosaur movie. I like it.”
“It’s not scary.”
He laughs. “You’re right. It’s not. Well, it was when I was a kid. Especially the bits with the T-Rex. Ask me something.”
What? I’m not used to hook-ups wanting to know anything about me. Sex is usually the beginning and the end of the interaction.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“Royal purple.”
“That’s…oddly specific.”
Archer shrugs. “Where’s the strangest place you’ve had sex?”
Heat flushes to my face. “I haven’t,” I stammer.
“Oh, that’s cool. Bedrooms are comfy. I can respect that.”
I’m too curious not to ask. “Where’s the strangest placeyou’vehad sex?”
“A store cupboard on campus. It was mutual handjobs rather than full-on anal.”
“What if you’d been caught?”
“That was part of the fun. Knowing wecouldget caught made it extra sexy and very frantic.”
