The Desire - 11. Andrew

That night I was stoned and was fucking him to the point that he was letting me satisfy my hunger.

I know I was wrong but I couldn't help myself for wanting him. The handsome player ended up spending the night at my place, and when morning came I decided to be the one who left him in bed.

Taking the cold pot of coffee I drink what's left and take another joint, lighting it and inhaling the toxic substance to start the day.

"Kyle?"

I was still in my boxers resting my back to the kitchen counter while waiting for a fresh brew of my morning coffee.

"Hey," my voice was still raspy from last night.

"Why are you still smoking that stuff?"

"You're free to go like always. It's morning already, we've fucked. You're done with me." I shrugged looking at the sexy guy in his low-rise jeans and nothing else.

"Kyle, last night..."

"...we fucked, I'll see you again tonight or whenever." I took another hit and le