**“Sam almost kissed me last night” I blurted out. I’ve been ansty since it happened and I wished I could have said it was because of Sam’s odd behavior but it wasn’t, by the time I drove into the driveway, another car pulled up beside mine and Ian stepped out of the back at the same time I did, doing up his jacket. We headed in together, I took a quick shower and got into something comfortable and went down for dinner. He asked about school and how my day went, I responded and returned the questions as we ate. It was calm, uneventful, I stated that I was done and he didn’t prob for me to eat more, just motioned for Ms Pat to serve desert. It was nice. But smehow I swear it was like he was waiting for me to tell him something. It was probably just the guilty conscience talking. And that was the other thing, the more I smiled politely and made small talk, the more guilt bit my heels. I hadn’t even done anything to feel guilty about. When I couldn’t stand it anymore I

Ian Quinn: Come out. Say what now? He doesn’t mean… I looked at the time at the top of my phone, it was half past nine our last text thirty-seven minutes ago, that was enough time for him to... I shook my head, thinking I was getting ahead of myself. But then what did he mean to come out? I crossed over to the window at the side and pushed the floral curtains to the side. Three floors down, parked at the front beside Bumper is a black Mercedes with the headlights on. I can’t see shit through the darkly tinted glasses but I knew it was him. What the heck is he doing here? Glaring down at the vehicle I clicked on my phone. Me: I told you I’ll be staying here tonight. He completely ignored my wishes and came to get me himself like I was a wayward child out past curfew. You've got to be kidding me. I was mentally seething. My phone lights up. Ian Quinn: Would you like me to come get you? Gah! Damn it. I gritted my teeth I’m surprised they don’t turn to first in my mou

Act normal, like nothing happened last night I nodded and straightened my spine. People hooked up casually all the time, although what we did last night doesn’t fall into the hook up category, we’d have had to go all the way for that to happen. And we didn’t. Oh my God, despite the double orgasms last night that lulled me right to sleep with my wetness still coating my thighs and the taste of my musk lingering on my tongue, I couldn’t sit still this morning. I’d never touched myself while someone watched, occasionally, when I flicked the bean for some much needed relief I stopped at one, I didn’t know I could do it and so soon, but last night with his eyes on my fingers between my parted thighs I couldn’t stop the feeling, the build of another orgasm in my core, and his voice when he said I want to watch you come again. Fudge. It was the hottest encounter of my life. Better than sex even. And all we did was kiss and I masturbated to completion with his directions of cour

I don’t see the woman standing inside until I’ve pushed the door open, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone, I didn’t think they came to visit anymore, her head wipped around blond hair flying as Eunice turned looking like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be. In a pink blazer a cream camisole and matching wide leg pants, a pair of nude pumps at her feet and a black channel purse cradled in front of her, she looked like she was attending an event and not making a trip to the hospital. But that was to be expected. Her fists flies to her cheek a large diamond ring glinting at her finger as she dabbed under her right eye, I wondered for a second if she wasn’t worried about plucking an eyeball at her sharp nails. My eyes dropped and I cleared my throat “I can come back later” I offered unsure. I really didn’t think she and Monica still visited from the last time we were here and she couldn’t wait to leave, not to mention how displeased she was at the turn out of his last will

I’m getting some work done in the dinning Sunday afternoon just as I click save on my computer Ms. Pat appears at the door way, a plate of water mouthing cookies on a plate and a glass of milk is deposited beside my computer. I groaned tiredly beaming at her. “Thank you so much, have I told you how much I loved these?” “You didn’t need to dear, the rate at which it disappears whenever I back a fresh hatch gives you away” she returns with a smile. And I wanted to hug her. She’s always been polite, asking if I needed anything done around the house and to not hesitate to ask, the same way attendants are super polite at fancy hotels, but was it just me or she’s been even nicer since Friday? It took a while before I was able to face her again after the kiss, it certainly helped that Ian has being… I had no words. We hadn’t spoken like I planned Friday night, it likely had something to do with the way we were kissing immediately we got behind closed doors. His fingers fisted in my ha