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. McRae. Mercy, that man. He walks into a room and my nipples instantly harden, pushing against my clothes as if desperate for him to touch them again. Fuck all. He’s good. Our collision of fun in the storage room was amazing and left me wanting a whole shit ton more. Soon, I’ll need a distraction from him. Now that I’ve found Will, or more, he’s found me, I’m paralyzed with indecision. If I move on to another place, will my brother follow? But staying and fooling around with McRae could lead into that complacency I felt with Nick the Marine. I’ve never dumped someone and stuck around. Awkward.
