Chapter 11Kyle’s life was marked with one mistake after another. More often than not he just rolled away from them and forgot about it. He couldn’t do that here, not with Emily. That sweet little college girl hadn’t just given him a night of passion. It had turned into a three-week marathon of naked bodies and sweating flesh.
“Will you tell me about your dad?” she asked, crawling into bed one night. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. Her hair was still mussed from their most recent bed-destroying session.
He stiffened. “What?”
“I was just thinking about my dad.”
“Emily, if after all the things we just did you are thinking about your dad, I’m gonna have to say you need to see someone.”
She laughed and shoved at his naked side with a cold foot.
He winced and grabbed
