Tolly & Jasper: How they met
“And how long is he gone for this time?” Connor asked, sipping from the root beer he’d asked for when he arrived.
Why I’d let him in was beyond me. I knew it was stupid, but like Tolly said, I wasn’t good on my own.
“Two weeks,” I griped. He’d only been gone for few days, and already I realized my penis pillow, as plush and purple as it was, was a poor substitute. And that was why, when Connor showed up at the door, all smiles and chatty, I’d done the stupid thing and let him in. Now I was regretting my choice.
“Wonder how many guys he’s going to fuck while he’s gone this time,” Connor muttered.
“None,” I assured him. “Tolly loves me.”