Ben
I mulled over the night before while I showered and was happy with how it went, but it could’ve ended a bit better, I surmised. Lindsey was polite and put her point through on why she’d needed to leave, and it seemed reasonable for her not to stay while Jacob was at home. But deep in the back of my mind, something ate away at me, and I was sure it wasn’t the only reason she’d decided to leave.
Sparks were about to fly on the couch, and I sensed she was feeling as horny as I was. But then she switched quicker than you could say lickety-split.
Is she ever going to tell me what it is?
I dressed, and as I walked toward Jacob’s room, it hit me. I’d never given her much chance to say her piece. Either we were at the camp or Jacob was around, so how could Lindsey say what she wanted witho
