Lying is always the easiest part…
CAMERON.
Sitting in the bathtub, I lift my fingertips to my sensitive tingling lips, and realize that I cannot face him.
Not yet. Not after what just happened.
So I remain in that bath, head tilted backwards and eyes closed until my skin starts to prune and wrinkle.
I can hear him moving around the room but I don’t open my eyes.
Never mind that the water has gone cold and the bubbles have all but disappeared.
My heart hasn’t stopped racing and there’s now an ache between my thighs that I cannot do anything about.
I feel my fingers start to slide over my belly and towards the wetness that has nothing to do with the water around me but at the last minute I catch myself.
If I touch myself to Earl Salvatore, I would never be able to look him in the
