For the moment, I just wanted to be alone. Once I was back in my room, I stripped and stepped into the shower. The cool water didn’t do much to soothe the way my body was still overreacting to that damn kiss. As I washed and shampooed, I kept forcing my mind away from Justin’s hands, to imagining what it would have been like to have his hands on my body. “So stupid,” I muttered to myself with a grin as I rinsed off. I tore my mind away from him again, reminding myself that I promised Mama I’d call her tonight, because she’d had a dialysis appointment and I wanted to check on her. I always offered to go with her, and she always turned me down. She preferred to go alone. I guess I understood. She didn’t want me to see her when she felt weak or tired. Mama was always one to keep burdens to herself, even if I wished she’d let me help her more. Well, she was getting a nice new house in a pretty neighborhood whether she wanted it or not. And one of these days, I’d even convince her to retire.
