Susanna

“Pale eyes flicked up to his, cold and empty. “I don‟t talk. You want to fuck, that‟s another story. But no talking. No kissing. No follow-up phone calls. I don‟t suck dick, and I don‟t bottom. Interested?” David stared at him, uncomprehending. Zach smiled thinly, humorlessly. “Didn‟t think so.” He brushed past David and out the door. A moment later David heard the roar of the motorcycle.”
― Rowan Speedwell, Finding Zach