YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES)
We never fought, we never laughed, we never touched.
Tonight the power cut out at eight thirty. The lights snapped off, the air conditioner died. The city outside disappeared behind black glass. Thunder cracked so loud it rattled my bones. I stood up from the couch and felt my way toward the kitchen. Roman was already there, he had his phone flashlight on, the beam pointed at the floor so it would not blind us.
“Whole grid is down,” he said. “Doorman said it could be hours. Maybe all night.”
I leaned against the island. “Great.”