A nightmare.
This dinner was a nightmare.
To make it much worse than it already was, blood was still rushing down to my painfully hard crotch. I could feel every throb, every tightening of my pants, everything and it was all because of this stupidly beautiful girl sitting across from me.
I glared at her, hoping she felt the hatred that I had for this moment. She glared back just as viciously.
Why did she have to be the girl from the woods? Why didn’t I realize sooner that, of course, the only girl I ever found attractive since I was five was actually the same girl?
My parents were talking, sharing a story or something but I couldn’t even pay attention, all I could keep doing was glaring at her and hoping the napkin on my lap didn’t tent too much.
Anna merely glared back as she stab
