-Nathan-
Megan seemed to have chosen today to be a bit of a tease, or perhaps it was because I had acknowledged the tension between us. She sauntered downstairs wearing only that white t-shirt with pink letters on it, and I was fairly certain there was nothing else underneath. Maybe panties, but nothing more. What was she playing at?
It had only been a few days since we left the hospital. I was sitting in the living room, trying to focus on some work, when she took a detour into the room, just to greet me before heading back to the kitchen. Then I heard her bustling around in there before she returned to the living room, plopping down beside me on the couch with a bowl of cereal in her hands and a sweet, innocent smile. Did she not realize the effect she was having right now?
“What are
