When I get to the gym, I peek inside first. The lights are off. No one’s in there. It’s a shame for all that equipment to just sit there, unused. Really. I’m doing everyone a favor by making use of it. Can’t have it just go to waste. I sneak inside and flick on the light. The place is immaculate
I don’t move at first. It’s been a while since we played out little game, and though I haven’t forgotten the rules exactly, I’m tired of being led on just to be denied. There’s something different about him right now though, then there was on the jogging trail against that tree. This isn’t an impu
I feel like I should be sure before I give my virginity away. Archer has been hot and cold from the start. What if after he finally has me, that’s the time when he casts me aside for real. Archer’s eyes narrow. He doesn’t like being disobeyed. “Maybe you’d prefer a punishment –” “I’m still a v
I can’t stop thinking about Archer’s offer to be my first. It haunts me, even as I try to go about my day. I know he was genuine, and that means something. The way he said the words… I shake my head. On my way to Mia’s room to wake her from her nap, I walk past each of the brothers’ bedrooms.
No way I want to have this conversation somewhere he can overhear. The poor guy is going through enough. “You know I would be happy to give you advice if you ask for it,” Beau says, smug. I want to tell him off just for his cavalier attitude alone. The thought of revealing such embarrassing thou
Now, I’m even more confused about what to do. Archer’s offer to claim my virginity was unexpected. But Beau’s? That was even more out of left field. Although, knowing Beau, maybe I should have expected it. Now, I’m in the kitchen with Mia in her high chair. I just fed and burped her and now I’m tr
His mouth stays a hard line for a moment more. Then he says, “Is Beau pushing you into having penetrative sex?” If I was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to the full blast of heat that burns my cheeks now. My embarrassment is all-encompassing. I shake with it, as it pumps fiercely and relent
I don’t know how long I sit on the bathroom floor holding Neil, unconscious, in my lap. It could be seconds. It could be hours. Time doesn’t really have meaning right now. Neil is cold. He’s barely breathing. He looks like death. That is all that matters. I continue to scream my head off. My v