“Hang on-I put it under the coffee table.” Tom turned cautiously. It was definitely time for a distraction. “Who said anything about you fucking me?” Prophet gave him a smile that really made him want to take his clothes off. “I’m not fucking you under the Christmas tree.” The grass is nice,” Prophet said wistfully. “No need to excite them more-they’ve seen too much as it is.” Then again, Tom had to admit it didn’t take much anyway. Just thinking about it was enough to instigate sex, and it really didn’t matter where they were. “Oh yeah.”īecause the night they’d reunited months earlier was in the middle of one such storm. Prophet narrowed his eyes for a second, then smiled. “It’s fuzzy, but I think he said, because there’s no hurricane?” “Roger was trying to get me drunk,” Prophet stage-whispered. “I should’ve known they were still hanging around.” Roger and Dave had also said goodnight too, but apparently, they’d lied about going to bed. Remy was spending more and more time at Della’s house, which was something both Tom and Prophet encouraged. It was nearly midnight, and Della and Remy had already said their goodnights and gone upstairs. They’d ended up on the couch together after a long Christmas Eve dinner, tangled together and unable to move after the big meal Della made.

For now.” Tom stretched out against Prophet. “Do they know we can hear them?” Prophet murmured against Tom’s ear. “They’d have to take off their clothes, at least,” Dave mused. “If we dump water on them, think it would have the same effect?” I told you we should’ve brought in a wind machine,” Roger said. “You’ already tried that, “ Dave told him. “Maybe we could still try to get them drunk?”

“They still have their clothes on,” Roger whispered disappointedly. It was impossible to tell if they were asleep or not from the angle Roger and Dave watched them from. Prophet and Tom were lying together on the couch in Della’s living room, their legs tangled together, their faces close. The Ghosts of Tumblr the live version Past

Daylight Again by S.E. Jakes