Ashley washed his hands, staring at his reflection in the mirror as the come and soap swirled down the drain. His eyes had an unfamiliar light in them, and he blinked several times, but it didn’t fade. Shaking his head, he refastened his pants and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Do you always scream when you masturbate?”
Ashley didn’t jump at the question. He had long ceased being surprised by Yvonne’s sudden, unannounced appearances.
“Not always,” he answered, crossing the room to the kitchen. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I missed you.”
Ashley snorted and pulled open the fridge, grabbing two beers. He ran his thumb over the label of the expensive ale, wondering how Jenny would like it. “Your date cancel tonight?”
“His mother’s in the hospital. Can you believe it?”
“No. Tough bre
