I was so angry at Mike and Beth that I didn’t speak to either of them at all the next day. That night was Friday night, and Mom and Sam left in the afternoon for a long weekend away. I would be in the house alone with Mike until Monday. Despite how furious I was with him, I still couldn’t stop thinking about f*****g him. It even seemed like my anger made me want him that much more.
Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. Around eight o’clock, I walked down the hall to Mike’s bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” he called, and I opened the door and walked inside.
He was lying back in his bed, reading a book, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. His brown hair was tousled, falling over his blue eyes. The soft light of the lamp fell over his tan skin, making it almost seem to glo
