Chapter Twenty-Four Wednesday, December 9
Because of my early—and inadvertent—choice of bedtimes, I’m up before the sun. I reread Gina’s message five times just to be sure I didn’t misinterpret her meaning, and between that and a thirty-minute pre-dawn bike ride, I feel refreshed. Rejuvenated. And a little horny. But Sydney’s got two of her finals today, which means it’ll be at least twelve hours before I see her again. I settle for looking at the pic I snapped of her naked butt last week.
Damn, that is one fine ass.
Aaaand now I need a cold shower.
By the time the sun rises and my raging hormones are back on ice, I’ve done my laundry, collected my mail, and made breakfast. Once I’ve finished my ham-and-egg sandwich on wheat toast with a slice of melted Gruyere cheese and chased it dow
