Kenneth dried his hair, and by the time he finished, it was already quite late.
He headed into the bedroom, and Yvonne immediately followed after him.
Kenneth pulled back the covers and lay down.
Could it be that tonight, Kenneth wasn't planning on taking things any further?
"Am I supposed to get in?" Yvonne asked. For some reason, she felt like Kenneth wasn't looking for that kind of thing tonight.
She had never expected much from men. She had grown up watching Tim, a man who betrayed his marriage, and she had long since stopped believing men were worth relying on.
Besides, why would she ever think a man like Kenneth would actually be interested in her? They were just a woman and a man who happened to fit well together in bed, each taking what she and he needed.
Could Kenneth reall
