In the week that followed the TP’ing of Mr. Michaelson’s house, Dane made no contact with her. He hadn’t even come back to town, choosing instead to remain in the city. At least, that was her guess. Sure, he could have been called away on business, but wouldn’t he have texted her if that had been the case? He’d said he wanted to help her with her list. All of her list. So why the disconnect? She constantly changed her mind about whether or not she should text him. But what would she say? Yo, yo, yo, U interested or not? Am I sixteen? Or what about, U will help me w/ the fun list as promised. Am I a dominant, and he my submissive? Gah! He’d almost kissed her. She knew that. And she’d wanted him to do it. Had wanted it so badly. Her body had ached for it, just as his clearly had. After he’d covered her mouth with his hand, she’d felt him grow hard against her thigh.
