38
Galen
Sitting alone on my deck, I watched the moon’s glow over the water and wondered when I’d lost my touch—and then I wondered when I’d lost my mind.
Ariel had just gotten the news that her mother had passed, and I’d used that time to make my move on her.
What the f**k was I thinking?
There was a part of me that thought we’d fall to the floor in a heap of flesh, taking what we needed from each other in a flurry of s****l positions that would make whoever wrote the Kama Sutra blush. Obviously that hadn’t happened. I hadn’t expected her to completely pull away from me the way she had.
I was ashamed that it had taken so long for my libido to step back and my heart to step in. She’d just lost her mother. She wasn’t in her right mind. She needed a friend, not a lover.
At least I’d t
