Chapter 21
I dropped onto the edge of the bed with a sigh, my desire deflating. So much for picking things up where we left off.
But what did I do?
Did I crawl into bed with him? Did I change into my pajamas and then crawl into bed? Did I wake him up so he could go home? Did I sleep on the couch?
Dating sucked.
I wriggled on the bed, feeling the uncomfortable seam of my jeans against my over-sensitized bare parts between my thighs. With a start, I remembered my shredded panties and jumped off the bed. I had to find them, and dispose of them, before the kids got up and found them.
Thankfully they were still on the couch. I snatched them up and buried them in the kitchen trash, then went back to my room.
Ethan still snored softly, his head resting on my pillow. He looked years younger
