Here I stand, dressed in grubby pajamas, in front of the bathroom, frozen as the guys wait patiently for my answer. The question is simple enough: what was the feeling they felt through the bond minutes ago. But telling them so directly is beyond my brain's abilities at the moment. All I can do is just stand there, staring down at the carpet, praying their stares will go away, knowing full well they won't. Not until I tell them the truth.
The truth that I was trying to decide if I'm ready for more. The truth that I was imagining them doing things to me. Intimate things.
I can feel my cheeks burn as the seconds tick by. The only sounds to be heard are my own heart beat and my ragged breathing. Nothing from the guys. Eric and Joey just stand there, watching, waiting. Staring holes into my
