Stefani
Stefani
How long could one hide in a shower? I didn’t know how long I’d been standing here, hot water streaming down my back, but my fingertips looked like raisins.
Long enough.
Maybe he’d be gone when I went back into my room.
I snorted at my own stupidity. Not likely.
I was ruined. s*x in the back of my car? Hot. Definitely hot.
But this?
A heart attack had been a legitimate concern. If we were going to stay together, I was going to have to start working out again.
What would happen if he ever got me on my back in a nice, soft bed? Spent some time with his mouth working downtown, like he had in the car?
Another sob threatened to start the ugly train again. I shoved it down with the determination and grit I’d gained over the last six months of being a single mother. Preg
