Chapter One
My sister Claire was seven years older than me, and for most of our childhood she was the only warmth in an incredibly frozen house. She stood between me and our father when she could, took the blame when she had to, and taught me early that home could be something made between two people instead of built on blood. Well, blood was great, but it didn’t have to include everyone who shared it.
She left that horrible place when she turned eighteen. I did the same. Since then, it’s mostly been just the two of us. My move for work two years ago was the hardest thing we’d each ever faced.
She knew I was gay before anyone else ever would, because she was the only person I trusted with anything that mattered. And you could see from three football fields away. No one was shocked.
I knew things about her too—sorrows she carried quietly. I was the only one who knew the private medical condition that had shadowed her since she was young and made dating at worst impossible and at best heartbreaking. Intercourse was physically impossible for her. Sex, in general, was simply not something her body would cooperate with, no matter how much she might have wanted it to.
Men had liked my sister all her life. Who wouldn’t? She was beautiful, smart, generous to a fault and just plain marvelous. But whenever things started to turn serious with a guy, the ending was the same. Her condition was a dealbreaker. After enough years of that, she stopped expecting much. I think I did too.
So, when she called me laughing—actually laughing—and said she was getting married, I was over the moon for her. If some man had finally found his way to Claire and knew what an amazing woman she was, him I had to meet. God, I hope I liked him.
And what she kept until the end of our conversation, moved it all up a notch. She told me that he worked for The Brown.
Now I have always had a theory about UPS men. Not a casual opinion—a fully developed, finely honed, research-supported personal theory. Somewhere deep inside The Brown, I was certain there had to be a selection process that was nothing more than a professional casting call. No ordinary hiring manager could ever explain it. I was convinced there was a runway. Bright lights. Men walking in slow motion while someone judged jawlines, calves, and how well a tight pair of brown shorts could hold the line between work and leisure.
I mean, seriously, who are they trying to fool? Every route, every neighborhood, every season—another impossibly hot, gorgeous man steps out of a truck like he’d been sent by central casting. Broad shoulders. Strong forearms. Sun-browned legs. Faces that looked sculpted for close-ups. How could they work when they had to spend so many hours at the gym?
And then there was the uniform. Holy shit. The genius of that uniform is that, on paper, it should be plain and boring. That goddamn brown. You know it’s an official color. Since 1907. Pullman Brown. Named after the color of the luxurious Pullman railcars. Who knew?
Fun fact: Evidently the company was originally the American Messenger Company. It was started by two teenagers, James Casey and Claude Ryan, with a $100 loan. It became United Parcel Service in 1919. So, these guys have had more than a century to perfect their casting process. And someone did love the male form. And who better than my gay brothers throughout history to perfect the art of hiring beautiful men? Nothing against the ladies, truly. They just aren’t my bandwidth.
I mean, think about it: Brown shirt. Brown shorts. Brown socks. Ridiculously boring shoes. How could that ever be hot? It sounds like something a janitor would wear. Nothing against janitors. They can certainly be hot too. School? Basement? Study hall? Well, I digress. I promise I’ll do my next theory about them. But you do have to admit, that uniform sounds like something designed by a committee of Amish, whose “taste level” would certainly be questioned by Tim Gunn.
And yet somehow it does the opposite.
The fit is everything. I mean, Jesus, the shirt fits him, showing off the Lord’s work revealing his shoulders and chest. Sleeves hit just high enough to show muscle and movement. When the dude reaches, lifts, or turns, the fabric pulls just enough. Biceps. Triceps. Abs, if it rides up.
And don’t get me started on the shorts. Good Lord. Seemingly sensible, but nothing short of devastating. I mean, baby, these ain’t no ’70s booty shorts. They hit above the knee, letting the legs do the work. Quads. Calves. Damn. You do build strength climbing in and out of a truck all day. And need I mention the sexy tan line in summer? Every time Mr. UPS Man steps on a porch or crosses a driveway, the stretch across the chest and arms – Damn – and that crotch - the only thing separating seeing from believing was a tiny little zipper. Darling, that will keep any breathing example of the gay male species salivating long after the truck has turned the corner.
And now let’s not even get into the deliveries. The knock at the door. Cue porno music. The sudden appearance. The brief exchange. The signature pad. A man who possesses so much gorgeousness that it makes you uncomfortable, two feet away, holding a package with your name on it. Every time I hear that sharp, repeating reverse beep... beep... beep... I want to back up too. Right into him.
I really should start the first podcast. And it’s not like I’m alone. There are fucking memes. I call my belief system “The Parcel Hunk Hypothesis.” It would be a required course at my UPS Academy for the Worship of Male Beauty.
I am a professional watcher, looking for them everywhere. Driveways. Sidewalks. Parking lots. That fucking dolly stacked high. I spot The Brown blocks away, feeling a little thrill every time.
My sister used to make so much fun of me for it—until she met the man she was going to marry. When she called, she ended with this:
“Calvin works for UPS. And yes, he proves your theory.”
Chapter Two
I flew into Charlotte on Friday afternoon. My flight was early. I took a cab to their house in South End, grabbed my bag from the trunk, and knocked on the front door.
“Come in,” Calvin called.
I opened the door and walked into the living room.
“Hey, dude, you must be Evan,” he added in the sweetest, Southern accent imaginable, getting up to hug me.
“And you must be, Calvin,” I said, dropping my suitcase and turning to shut the door behind me.
“Sorry, I’m not dressed,” Calvin said, “but we weren’t expecting you for another hour or so.”
“That’s OK,” I said as I turned to face him. “I know I’m early.” Then my voice faded away.
What I saw as I turned around to hug him caused every thought in my head to stop; at the same time, it made soft wood become solid. I hoped to God he didn’t feel it. Calvin had a can of beer in his left hand and wore nothing but a pair of worn blue boxer shorts.
Holy fuck. The Parcel Hunk Hypothesis proven ten times over.
He was about six feet tall, with wide shoulders and beautiful biceps. I mean, he wasn’t ripped, but who even needs that? I like the regular boys most of all, anyway. He was pushing all my buttons at once.
His chest was hairy, but not too much. A nice brown pelt between his pecs, ending in a thin line of light brown hair that started in the middle of his belly and disappeared beneath the stretched waistband of his cutoffs. His hair was messy, with that look on his face like he’d just woken up and hadn’t showered yet. The slight bulge down the left leg of his boxers, combined with the open fly tenting just a little, gave me the idea that I might have interrupted something.
He must have read my mind, because as we broke our hug, he shook his leg, allowing his equipment to settle back into place, and pulled at the front of his shorts to close the flap. The only thing he accomplished was showing me a thick patch of pubic hair he didn’t seem to be trying to hide.
And now this may be my imagination, but I got the feeling he’d planned this. The slight bulge I’d seen before had transformed into a rather impressive mound that appeared to be growing by the minute, which only supported my theory that I’d interrupted something.
“Well, hell, man, let me get some clothes on,” he drawled. I could have sworn he was grinning mischievously. “I’m sure you have no desire to see my naked ass.” Oh, but I did.
“You don’t have to,” I said, almost too quickly. He gave me a smirk. “I mean, don’t feel like you have to change your routine for me. I was early, after all.”
“Oh, that’s alright, Evan,” he said with a wink. “I wasn’t doing nothing I can’t finish later.” And with that, he walked down the hall that was his catwalk, to the bedroom he shared with my sister and closed the door.
Holy Jesus. Was he coming on to me? I think he was.
After a few minutes, Calvin emerged from the bedroom in a blue tank top and tight white cutoff sweatpants that hid even less than his boxers had, then dropped back onto the sofa.
“Why don’t you get yourself a little more comfortable?” he asked.
“What?” I said, staring at his basket. I mean, I have eyes.
I knew he noticed my staring, but I couldn’t help it. I just had to know exactly what he had packed in there. I’m curious by nature.
“It’s so fucking hot, bro. Get out of those long pants and put on some shorts or something,” he said, adjusting himself, seeming to enjoy my discomfort.
“OK,” I said. “Where can I change?”
“Just change right here,” Calvin said, locking his thumbs into the belt loops of his shorts, cupping his crotch with his fingers. “After all, it’s just us guys, right?”
“Right,” I said, trying to sound a lot surer of myself than I was. Normally being naked in front of beautiful men was dream material, but the boner I’d sprung earlier had yet to go down. I hesitated.
“Well?” he asked. “No need to be shy.”
“I’m not,” I said, bending over to get some shorts out of my suitcase.
“You want some help?” Calvin asked, coming up behind me until I could feel his crotch pushed into the cleft of my ass. I think I pushed back, but I didn’t mean to. It was reflex.
Before I could ask anything, we heard a key in the door.
My sister, Claire, walked in and ran over to hug me. I pulled up my trousers just as Calvin slipped away and headed for the kitchen. I dropped the shorts, pulled my crotch away so she wouldn’t feel what was up, and hugged my sister back.
“Hi, guys,” she called cheerily. “You two getting acquainted?”
“Oh, yeah, babe,” Calvin called from the kitchen. “I’m learnin’ a whole lot about your little brother.”
I picked up the shorts from the floor and ran for the bathroom, “I’m going to change into something cooler,” I told her.
She followed Calvin into the kitchen, and I could hear them talking and laughing. The house must have great acoustics because I heard soft voices then little bursts of amusement. It sounded just like a couple sharing secrets. Every time Lisa laughed, I could hear Calvin egging her on. Standing in the bathroom doorway, trying to calm myself down, I couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was going on.
Chapter Three
I’m not exactly sure how long I’d been asleep before I felt his hand. I knew it was Calvin.
“Hey, Evan, you asleep?” he asked, shaking me.
“Not anymore,” I said, sitting up. “What time is it?”
“Time to get stoned,” he laughed. “You wanna join me?”
He was sitting on the side of the couch, which doubled as my bed, in the same worn boxer shorts that I’d first seen him in that afternoon. I had outgrown pajamas long ago and usually slept naked but had kept on my underwear. He put his hand on my just exposed thigh. “Come out back with me?” he said, kind of skipping toward the sliding door. I reached for my shorts and he cackled. “Dude, you don’t need those.”
Completely distracted by his touch and the electric shock it was sending to my balls, I didn’t know what to say except, “OK and Hell, yeah.”
We tiptoed past their bedroom, trying not to wake Claire, settling in the two lawn chairs that sat around the barbecue pit he told me he’d built last summer. When he sat down and started to light the joint, I noticed, and he clearly did too, that the fly of his boxers was tenting and I was getting an eye full of pubes.
Calvin took in a huge lung full of air and held it. His warm fingers caught me lightly at the back of my neck and held me there. Before I could ask what was happening, a soft hand tipped my chin up and his mouth settled over mine. Then came the smoke, pressed between our lips, as he shared it with me.
“Shotgun!” he laughed.
I froze for half a second, startled, then took the smoke deeply into my lungs, letting his mouth cover mine in a deep kiss.
When he pulled back, I coughed, eyes watering, while Calvin laughed quietly and rubbed a hand between my shoulders.
“Easy, hotshot,” he said. “You’re supposed to breathe.”
I stood there flushed, still tasting smoke. “Damn, Calvin that stuff is strong!”
“Well?” he said, bringing me back to us. Evidently, I’d been staring so hard at his crotch that I hadn’t heard him offer me the joint.
“If we’re gonna get baked, you’re gonna have to really smoke it this time. All by yourself.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I took the joint from him, looked at the ground embarrassed, and took a toke.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for about, Evan. I think it’s hot how into my crotch you are.”
“What!” I blurted out, dropping the joint in the process.
“Evan – come on,” he said, retrieving it from the ground. “I mean you haven’t exactly been subtle. You’ve been staring at my bulge the way most guys stare at a girl’s tits ever since you walked in the door.” He laughed again. “Dude, eyes up here.”
I didn’t say anything. He wasn’t wrong. I did notice the bulge was back, and still growing. He leaned over and put the joint to my lips and I took another deep hit, the mellow starting to envelop me.
“You wanna see what I got?” he asked, squeezing his crotch.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know,” I said sheepishly. “What if Lisa wakes up?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. She sleeps like a rock. Plus, she wouldn’t really care. We were joking about how infatuated you were when you went to change. You know her situation and we thought maybe you’d be into doing this for me.”
“You discussed it?”
“Yeah. She kinda thought you might be into me. Your theory and all and how I work for the Brown,” he said, grinning. “I’m flattered.”
And with that he reached into the fly of his shorts and hauled out the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was uncut, with about three quarters of an inch of skin, flapping over the head. A good eight inches and still growing. I just sat there staring.
I mean, it wasn’t my first time at the rodeo, by any means. But it certainly wasn’t his either, and I think he’d been to a few more than me.
“Would you like to touch it?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Oh, I think you do,” Calvin said, getting up and walking over to me. “At least that boner in your undies with the wet spot on the end seems to indicate that you might like to.”
I didn’t realize but I’d gotten hard as a rock in a matter of seconds, and my dick was oozing precum like a garden hose. It had soaked through my briefs to the point they were wet to the touch.
“I’m going to help you get a little more comfortable,” Calvin said, grinding the roach on one of the bricks. “Let me give you a hand.”
Calvin knelt in front of me, putting his hands on the waistband of my briefs.
“Lift up,” he said and yanked them down to my ankles and off my feet in one quick motion. Grinning, he licked the wet spot and then tossed them on top of his boxers, which were on the ground by his chair.
The pot had definitely kicked in. We were both “shelaxed,” and horny as hell.
“You’ve got an amazing dick, Evan.”
“Yours is pretty spectacular too. My first uncircumcised, I might add.”
“Really? Don’t really know what my parents were thinking. I guess they just couldn’t be bothered.”
Still kneeling he leaned until his face was even with mine.
“Now listen. If you’re not ok with this, we’ll just go back in the house, go to bed, and pretend it never happened. No biggee. But I’ve been watching you since you got here and you seem kinda hungry for it.”
“Oh, I’m starving for it.”
“And you didn’t exactly pull away this afternoon.”
“I think I pushed back, really. I couldn’t help it.”
“Well now... you wanna see what kind of trouble two horny boys with no supervision can get into?”
“Hell yeah”
I reached out and wrapped my hand tightly around his cock. It was hot and hard, the thick veins pumping beneath my grip. The hood that hung over the head parted to reveal a red, glistening knob that was dripping with juice.
“Mmm,” Calvin said, throwing his head back, “Goddamn, that feels good, Evan. I would say you have perfect technique, my man.”
I continued pumping his cock, getting a little faster each time. Each movement produced more precum and before long, his dick was making a wet, slapping sound. As I did this, I took my own dick in my left hand and began pumping away as well. Calvin’s precum had become so copious that it was starting to drip onto my bare thigh.
“Oh man, Calvin, that feels so fucking good. Too bad all that nut juice is going to waste though, don’t you think?”
He reached down to my thigh, wiped his finger through the puddle, bringing it up to his lips and sucking it clean.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, “nothing like fresh cream.”
He offered me a taste and we both laughed.
“Of course, it tastes better when it comes straight from the source. You feel like giving it a suck?”
Before he even gave me a chance to reply, he took a step forward, pressing the head of his cock against my lips. Without even stopping to think, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the head. It tasted salty, bitter and sweet all at the same time. From that instant, all I knew is that I had to have more. I pulled back his foreskin further and put the whole head of his cock in my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Love on that meat!”
He put his hands on the back of my head and began to slowly inch more of his cock into my mouth. When it hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little, he pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and then slowly began to reenter. He did this for a while, slowly, gently, eventually settling into a rhythm, encouraging me.
“Fuck yeah. You like that big ole’ thing, don’t you? That’s one incredible mouth.”
“It’s one of my superpowers.”
Before I knew it, I was taking him down to his pubes as he sawed his cock in and out of my throat. I fucking loved it. I felt like I was being used by this strong, gorgeous man and I couldn’t get enough. Calvin was almost feral and he had no idea how much I loved his dirty talk.
His thrusts began to pick up speed. It was one endless pole of flesh that I was choking on and I couldn’t get enough. He kind of lost control. I started to see spots from the lack of oxygen but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good. Such a sweet mouth. You’re a little slut for my cock, aren’t you, Evan?”
I could feel his cock getting even bigger as he continued to punch his tool into my face.
“Oh man, here it comes. Drink every single drop, you sweet little cock sucker. Oh, fuck, yeah!”
I didn’t get to taste much of the first spurts because he began shooting deep in my throat. Still, I felt it pulse with each spurt and the tangy tart smell of it invaded my nostrils as I did my best to swallow every drop as directed. Eventually, he released my head and his now semi-hard dick slid sloppily out of my mouth bringing strands of drool with it. My chin was soaked. He leaned over, tasting himself, as he took me into a deep kiss.
“Evan, that was fuckin’ amazing. Your sister has tried but I hate her doing something that makes her so uncomfortable just for me. I mean, I’m not exactly small and you know her condition.”
“Don’t think I didn’t love every second of it, Calvin. Always nice to get to use my superpower.”
“To honor your outstanding skills, I give you “Velvet Viper” as your superhero name.”
“I like.”
“Well, not to make this weird but it kinda feels like we click. I think you like me and I like you. I’m bi. You’re gay. I think it could work. What do you say?”
“Hell, yeah. Look at you. You’re a total dude. If my sister needs me to take one for the team, then, fuck yeah, I will.”
“And she loves it when you’re here. It’s a win-win.”
“What does she say?”
“She giggled when she saw how into me you were. If this was ok with you, she’s totally in.”
Chapter Four
As he said it, I could see his cock was starting to stand and mine hadn’t gone down a bit.
Before I could even think about what I was saying, I blurted out, “You can fuck me, Calvin, if you want to.”
“You serious, Evan?” Calvin asked, his eyes getting really wide. “Don’t say something you don’t mean and give a horny man hope for a tight hole.”
He was now sitting on the edge of the barbecue pit, slowly stroking his dick.
“I’m up for it. Totally. My motto is the bigger the better.”
“You think you can take this monster all the way up inside that tight hole?”
“I’d sure as hell like to try.”
“Then, what the hell are we waiting for?”
I got up from my chair and walked over to him stroking. He looked at my dripping dick for a minute and then up at my face. Our eyes locked on each other.
“I really want you to fuck me hard, Calvin”
“I think you might be a gift from God, baby.”
Calvin put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth into his. I sucked on his tongue just like I’d sucked his cock only moments ago. He stood up and put his arm around me, picking me up in a bride carry.
“Let’s go over to the hammock.”
It was further back in the yard, tied between two giant oak trees. When we got there, I locked my arms around his neck, and he lifted me and set me in the hammock.
“Lie back, buddy,” he said, his voice heavy with lust. “It’s my turn to give you a little lovin.’”
Raising my legs and resting them on his shoulder, he knelt until his face was even with my ass. I could see Calvin’s forehead, and then it disappeared, and suddenly I felt something hot and wet lapping at my asshole.
“Oh, Fuck, Calvin. Eat that ass.”
“Rimming is one of my superpowers. I don’t fuck any pussy I don’t eat first.”
And with that his face disappeared as he resumed hot-tonguing my hole, breaking through the barrier and pushing inside. Chills went up and down my body, and a spurt of precum erupted from my slit. He popped his head up, licked it clean, and went back to work.
All of the hot saliva, combined with the cool night are, caused my hole to pucker.
“Well, look at that,” Calvin said, “your little pussy is blowing me kisses.”
Squeezing something onto his fingers that seemed to appear out of thin air, he started rubbing his fingers around my hole, making it slippery, probing it, stretching it.
“I was an Eagle Scout, beautiful. I always come prepared.”
“I give thanks to the Boy Scouts of America.”
“Feels good, don’t it?”
I just bit my lower lip and nodded.
Calvin switched from his finger to his tongue and then back until his middle digit was all the way up my chute. Adding another finger and then another, he finger-fucked me. I let out a sigh and relaxed into the pleasure he was giving me.
“Your fingers feel so good.”
“My cock is gonna feel even better. And judging from how hot and wet you are, I think you might be ready.”
He walked around the back of the hammock until his cock was hanging just above my mouth.
“Open up, baby, and get me wet.”
With my head hanging over the side of the hammock, his big cock went down even easier than it had before.
“That’s it, Evan. Get me ready, so I can slide into that hot little cunt of yours.”
He fucked my throat for a few more minutes and then returned to his position between my legs.
“Baby, gonna give yout cock some attention before I dive into that pussy”
And with that, he took the entire length of my cock into the back of his throat and sucked for all he was worth. I cried out, thrusting my hips. He sucked on the head, licking down the shaft, suction increasing as he slurped.
“I love it, Calvin. I really do. But I need that big cock of yours deep in my hole. Like now.”
Calvin grabbed my feet and pushed them back over my head. Rubbing more lube on his cockhead, he sank two fingers deep into my chute, scissoring them, opening it. He rubbed his cockhead against my hole and slowly began applying pressure.
As the huge head pushed past my sphincter, he stopped and held it just inside me long enough for me to get used to it.
“You let me know when you‘re ready, beautiful,” he said, stroking my hair and kissing me deeply.
“Take it, gorgeous. Make it yours.”
Suddenly just as fast as it had come, the little bit of pain gave way to total pleasure. It radiated around my asshole and seemed to reach every nerve ending in my body. My grip on Calvin’s back released slightly and I sank back into the hammock with a shudder. I opened my mouth to tell Calvin how good it felt, but he covered it with his and slowly pushed every inch of his length into me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. That’s the spot. Just fuck my hole.”
Calvin began fucking me faster, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then ramming it back in with all his might. Each thrust rocked my body. He was a master, never fucking me long the same way. First, he’d plunge into me with long violent strokes and then switch to gentle thrusts. He’d bury his cock all the way in my ass and then rotate his hips, stirring my insides.
“Work for me, baby! Fuck yourself on it.”
Sweat was running down his chest, lubricating his dick as it rubbed against my belly.
“You’re so fucking tight! That ass is so sweet!”
“Your cock feels so good. Just keep fucking me, Calvin. Just keep pounding me. Fuck me the way you wanna fuck my sister. Show me what’s she missing.”
“Listen to your sweet mouth, knowing all the right things to say.”
He stopped fucking me, holding for a second, his balls buried deep in my hole. When I clamped down, nothing but waves of pleasure came over me.
Calvin brought my feet down and once again rested my legs on his shoulders. Running his hands down the inside of my sweaty thighs, he planted one hand on each cheek of my ass and began pushing me off his cock. Right then, he let go of my ass and the hammock swung me back onto his dick
“Oh, my fucking God!”
“I thought you’d like that,” he said with a grin.
He continued impaling me, letting gravity do the fucking for him until I couldn’t take the slow torture anymore
“I need to cum, Calvin. Please let me cum.”
“You will, baby. You will,” he laughed, pushing my hands away from my dick. “I’m gonna make you come so hard and you won’t even need to touch that dick of yours.”
He bent over and kissed me with a renewed determination. His cock pistoning in and out of me, faster and faster, every time hitting that spot deep inside me.
“You like the way Calvin’s fucking you, don’t you baby?
“Holy fuck, yes!
“Oh, yeah, I know you do. You’ve been wanting this cock ever since you walked in the door, haven’t you Evan?”
“Oh, Jesus, yes! It’s your pussy now. Yours whenever you want it”
I could feel the cum beginning to boil in my nuts, feeling his cock getting bigger and harder like it had in my throat. Calvin was right. No hands.
“I’m gonna cream you, baby. Cream that sweet cunt of yours!”
“Do it! Fill me up!”
I could feel his cock spasm as he began unloading his jizz. Shaking all over, he buried his head in the nape of my neck, rutting, as he blew. His spurts of fire-hot cum pushed me over the edge. I clamped down on his cock and let fly what had to be the biggest load of my life, covering us both.
Spent, Calvin collapsed on top of me, soaked from head to toe with sweat and cum. His legs weakened slightly and we rocked together on the hammock. I looked up at the stars again as our breathing returned to normal.
Well, looks like in the last 30 minutes, I’d been fucked by my sister’s bisexual husband, agreed to be in a kind of pseudo throuple and had the best fucking sex of my life. And it wasn’t going to be the last time. Thank you, baby Jesus, thank you.
The rest of the weekend was perfect. We all got to know each other better and Calvin and I spent a few more late evenings in the hammock, with my sister’s full consent and, I might say, enthusiastic encouragament.
As she was hugging me goodbye, she leaned into my ear and said, “Thank you for letting me help prove your “Parcel Hunk Hypothesis” and for taking care of my hunk at the same time. You’ll never know how much I appreciate it. It means the world.”
I hugged her back tightly.
“Looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other and, maybe, I just might be looking for a way to share the same city again. Just sayin’.”
She smiled and winked.
Now all I wanted to do was see Calvin in his gorgeous brown summer uniform.
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