Time to get up.” Hank’s mom, calling through the door, wakes me from my sleep. Disorientated, I sit up with a jerk. The blanket falls, exposing my bare breasts. Gasping, I pull the sheet up to my chin, squint, and do a long blink. My contacts are dry, which makes them feel stiff and scratchy and ...
My stride is off, likely because I have nothing to distract me from my thoughts, which go beyond the typical curiosity about people I’m getting to know. There’s a neediness to develop something of quality with Will, my easy and trusty friendship with Jayne, and eagerness to see McRae again. ...
Hank nuzzles my neck. Is he up for a quickie? Bright sunlight streams through my room and between the warm beams and the feel of Hank against me I bask in my happiness. Even though I don’t hear anything from the other rooms, I assume his friends still are out there. Therefore, I reason, a quickie...
He didn't even feel the urge to do a doughnut or make an obscene gesture. He just got in his truck and drove away, with a smile so large he thought he might look a bit maniacal. It wasn't every day a person got fired and was excited about it. If his father had one thing go...
