It's been four days since the photoshoot and I still couldn't bring myself touch myself even though I was so f*****g needy.
The whole house was quiet, and about past Seven, the low growl of the engine cut through the quiet house like a f*****g grenade.
My entire body froze immediately. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, my laptop was open to a spreadsheet I hadn't touched in about twenty minutes, pretending to work while my pulse lived in my throat.
For the first time in like how many days, he was home early.
I had not really seen his face in four days. Just shadows in hallways, the back of his head when he left before dawn, the slam of the front door when he came home after midnight. Four days of silence so thick it felt like drowning.
Mom's voice floated up the stairs, bright and
