Are you ready to tell me about the nightmare that had you up most of the night?”
I wrap my arms around my raised legs and shake my head.
It’s early. Not even five yet, and the thought of getting back into bed with Jeremy is not part of my future. I refuse to let it. Not again.
So, I’m in another one of his shirts while I sit in front of the TV, though I haven’t bothered to turn it on. I thought it might wake Jeremy, but I should’ve known it wouldn’t matter if I had the TV on or not. He always knows when I’m not sleeping beside him.
“It can’t be that bad, can it?”
Jeremy doesn’t bother with the couch. He parks himself on the coffee table in front of me and lowers his head, so we’re eye to eye.
He’s been so nice to me in the two days since I gave him a blow job.
While I’d like to thin
