His thoughts moved like sludge through a drain. Not his, why not. Oh. River. River and Mom next door.
King size bed.
Yes, yes that was good. Who had that? Sam's had skimmed up Caroline's side to cup her breast. Bo was humming. The seam of his jeans was cutting off circulation to his dick. Again. Christ.
"Caroline's," he forced out. The answer emerging from desperation. "Outside entrance."
Re: Sam - Mistletoe -tag Bo, Caroline, OTA
No. Not his.
Why?
His thoughts moved like sludge through a drain. Not his, why not. Oh. River. River and Mom next door.
King size bed.
Yes, yes that was good. Who had that? Sam's had skimmed up Caroline's side to cup her breast. Bo was humming. The seam of his jeans was cutting off circulation to his dick. Again. Christ.
"Caroline's," he forced out. The answer emerging from desperation. "Outside entrance."