I got down from the bus, and waited until Maya had gone inside her school before leaving. Thanks to Aaron, our foster father is grieving his freedom behind bars. And for that, Aaron deserves dessert.
The kind he can only get from my body.
I squealed at the thought, blushing hard, while trying to keep a straight face because of passerbys.
Tugging at my oversized sweatshirt, I traipsed back, boarding a different bus to school.
My hands moved nervously over the zipper. Wearing nothing beneath, an alarm blared in my mind.
I'm naked, of course.
And if the zipper chooses today to play me a dirty card, it would be the worst day of my life.
It's the first time I'm going to this length to for a man, but the mere thought of him as my husband makes the nervousness dissipate as quickly as it ga
