Chapter 9
She unlocked the door to her apartment and held it for Sonya.
“I’m on the second floor. It’s not very elaborate but it’s mine. You’ll have to forgive the disorder; I haven’t really finished moving in.” Cam led Sonya up the dark flight of stairs. They needed another new paint job but at least they were clean. The dim bulb that lit the stairs needed dusting.
She led Sonya into the compact living room. She looked around at the love-seat sofa, the low particle board coffee table, and the dozen cardboard boxes that filled the room. When Cam locked the door behind them and lowered the blinds in the two windows, Sonya wandered into the small bedroom. As Cam came up behind her, she turned and slowly opened Cam’s leather vest.
“At least you have a large bed,” she said softly, as she p
