Nate said. Jenny smiled at the odd request. After all, they’d just bonked like crazed rabbits. Her face flamed again. It wasn’t that she was repressed. She’d had a decent sex life. Sometimes she even had a great sex life. But she’d never needed sex that way. She usually let sex happen to her. Wash over her. But this had been something clawing out from her own soul. Something new inside her. The smell of him. The feel of his skin and hair. It had called forth something desperate. What if she told him that? How would he respond? She smiled wider at the idea. “Where are you from?” he pressed. “Idaho. A town about an hour west of Pocatello.” “How did you end up here?” She shrugged, not wanting to get into details. She’d ended up here by running. First from home, and all the chaos there.
