…The most clandestine of meetings form the strongest bonds…
CAMERON
Earl steps out of the bathroom and as he crosses behind me to the second walk in closet on the other side of the room, I can see his reflection in the mirror.
His wet hair sticking to the nape of his neck, the beads of water rolling down the center of his wide back.
The urge to lap it up with my tongue is so strong I have to squeeze my thighs together and squeeze my eyes shut.
Dear god Cameron, what is wrong with you? My mind screams at me.
That’s it.
It’s obvious I am no longer in a sane frame of mind.
Therefore I am just going to sit here until he gets dressed and leaves.
It’s the only way I can be sure I won’t do something stupid.
By the time Earl steps back into view of my mirror, he’s dressed in a tailored
