Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation
Standing on my porch, dusted with snowflakes and wearing a heavy wool coat, was Mason Vance.
He’d been my best friend in high school—the boy who knew all my secrets before Rick ever came along. He’d moved to Greece nearly a decade ago for some high-level engineering firm. We’d kept in touch through emails and occasional late-night calls, especially after the funeral.
He’d been my rock from over six thousand miles away.
"Hey, Dev," he said, his voice deeper and richer than I remembered. "You gonna let me in, or am I supposed to turn into an icicle out here?"