32 partes Continúa Contenido adultoEnemies to what? To lovers? Is that what we are now? Were we ever real enemies? None of those questions matter, though. Nor do their answers. We can't be anything, we don't make sense. We're nothing but two men who completed a transaction of pleasure and lust and went their separate ways. So why is it that I keep waking up in sweats, craving his mouth and the things he does with it?