For hours I had been writing questions, and I had only one demand: don’t ask where they came from. Just know I had them ready for this experience to which just got me ignored.
Ryan was watching a supernatural hunting series that sometimes pulled at my attention, but I refused to be lured into the show until I was finished. After a while, my stomach began making noises; at first I thought it was just gas, but then Ryan spoke.
“Lunch time. Alek should be here soon.”
He moved me aside, and I felt something poke against me from behind. When I turned, I saw him trying to hide his hard-on. In a way, it hurt. He’d found something attractive in the show and then just shifted me aside like a pillow. That shouldn’t have bothered me — but it did.
Putting my things away, I realized I was finally d
