19
Grant
I dropped into a booth in the back of The Coffee Bean and tossed my helmet into the seat next to me to wait out Aribel.
Fuck. It was the one word that kept replaying through my mind. I wasn’t sure how I could f*****g make any of this worse.
I’d stayed the night at her place, but I hadn’t slept a wink. I’d been too lost in my own train of thought, too horny to let myself relax around her. Then, I’d lost my nerve. I’d f*****g lost my nerve. I couldn’t believe it.
I’d been lying there obsessing about the fact that I liked this chick enough to give her what she wasn’t giving me—leaving myself with a painful throbbing erection, dying to at least jack off—and I’d actually stayed the night. Then, I’d freaked the f**k out and bolted.
I couldn’t like her this much. I couldn’t f*****g
