She could tell it would be one of those nights. One of those nights where the memories of her mother took over and she couldn’t sleep. She stayed downstairs for as long as she could, drinking decaf tea and reading. Waiting until she was fairly sure Garrett was asleep, because she didn’t want to explain to him why she didn’t want to have s*x tonight.
Why not?she asked herself.You have no problem f*****g him six ways from Sunday, but you can’t just say, “I don’t feel like it tonight?” But what if he sensed something was wrong and wanted to know what it was? She wasn’t sure how much to tell him about her mom.
And worse, what if he didn’t notice anything was wrong? What if the only thing he wanted from her was s*x? She needed to be careful not to rely on him too much, not to trust him to com
