Chapter 4
Ryan spent the weekend with me before heading home Sunday morning. We spent most of Saturday doing the boring things I would have done by myself had I been home alone. We showered (together), did laundry (leaving Ryan to go commando in a pair of my sweatpants and a T-shirt while his briefs and other clothing were washed), and changed the sheets on the bed. We had coffee and I cooked breakfast for us and then we watched television. Later we ordered pizza and drank beer. And, of course, that night we f****d. I did my best to stop beating myself up for wanting him and sleeping with him. Yes, he was too young for me and, yes, I knew our time together would probably end in disaster, but I decided to try and enjoy it while it lasted. The implosion would come soon enough. I was certain
