Chapter 21: Crickets
June 3. It was our traveling day, returning to Pittsburgh. I woke with a throbbing headache and sick to my stomach. Rain poured down from the heavens and washed against the open window to the far right of the cottage’s bedroom. A mist blew inside the confines and attempted to soothe me. Just was next to me. His right arm was draped over my solid stomach and his breath caught against my neck and left shoulder. I felt his erection against my hip, ready for use. He snored, was at peace, and became tranquil somewhere distant in his Sunday morning dreams.
I showered alone, which was rather disappointing. Positioned under the hot spray, guilt hit me like a brick in the face. All of Armin’s rules had been broken, I realized. Not one was spared. Shame on me. And shame on Jus
