Not because I wouldn't fuck you. [ somewhere out there, god's pissing on his head. ] Because generally people don't forget a night with me. Embry Moore? Most eligible bachelor in politics? Extremely deserving of breakfast in bed? Of course I give good head.

[ honestly, he's in a sulky mood now at the thought that his dick might be so forgettable. sure, he's been off his game lately due to his heart being in exactly twelve-thousand pieces of miserable, but his sex game should be fine.

flopping back against the headboard and crossing his arms to stare gloomily at the heavily brocaded curtains — ] It looks sort of like my mother's house, but it's not. Someone would have brought me breakfast by now if it was.