Standing huddled in the darkness, my own animalistic desire dryingbetween my fingers… Too proud to go in. Too committed to walk away.
I hear her sigh from the next room. There’s so much contained within thatone pregnant sound. Relief? Satisfaction? Disappointment?
I have half a mind to storm in there and demand a full accounting of whatwas going through her mind while she got herself off. If she’s going tocome to fantasies of me, I should at least know what they are.
But instead, I retreat into my room and click the door shut silently. I cameback up here to prove that I wasn’t weak. That I could share space with herwithout crossing lines.
But the more space I share with her, the more obvious it becomes…
Wren Turner might just be my weakness.
Blushing furiously,
