Yet what we’d done had been very satisfying. Not just because I was so horny. Not just because he was so great looking. Despite our rocky start, I realized I was coming to care about Graham.
On the other hand, what could he possibly see in me? He was a kid, still a teen. I was staring at the big three-oh. He was gorgeous. I was plain, mousy, ordinary. He was gregarious. I was quiet, introverted.
Nope. Maybe he wanted me to show him the ropes, so when he got back home and found himself a worthy friend, he’d at least have had some experience, would know what to do. But we didn’t have any kind of relationship other than as temporary friends. Oh, I could see us exchanging an email or two, but then he’d be back in his own life and wouldn’t even think of me anymore.
And, after all, I had my o
