Chapter 4
By the time I was allowed to escape the dreary downstairs for the guest bedroom, I felt in desperate need of a long hot shower. So I did just that while Zach lay on his stomach on the bed, scrolling through e-mails on his laptop.
I took longer than I should have, I knew. After all, California was still experiencing a drought. But the hot water felt good on my tight muscles. I’d considered, briefly, jerking off in the shower, my mind still on the feel of Zach’s arms around me, but I’d learned to deal with my stupid attraction to my best friend with other methods, so I skipped it.
I dressed in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt in the bathroom. I really had no desire to strut around naked in front of Zach, who had a much more toned body than I ever would, since his seemed to be natura
