Twenty-Eight
Karrie
Before they left, Ridge had given me the option to be dropped off at home, or to stay and wait in his room.
I’d opted to wait.
It wasn’t just because I’d had my heart set on introducing peen to my v****a, and maybe my mouth, but I was worried about Wes and curious to see what Trixie’s response to Ridge would be if he caught up with her.
Up until that night, she’d seemed so genuine, it was hard for me to believe it was all a lie.
After two hours and no updates, I began to get tired. I could still hear the party thumping down below, but I was an expert at blocking noise out and concentrating on one thing, so I’d pulled a well-worn book off of Ridge’s shelf to pass the time.
Figuring he wouldn’t mind, I borrowed one of his U of M T-shirts so that I could get comfort
