DAY 6
DAY 6Yesterday after my shower, Oakley curled up on the couch with a book, and we didn’t speak for the rest of the evening. When she thought I fell asleep, she slid under the blankets and stayed on her side of the mattress all night.
As I stretch, I"m a little disappointed to see the spot next to me is empty, and the sheets are cool to the touch. It almost pains me to admit that I miss waking to the feeling of her ass rubbing against me—even if she did it to rile me up.
That was a part of our little game.
She knows my body will respond to her, even when I try like hell not to. Oakley"s gorgeous and witty, smart and sassy, but she"s too damn young.
And she"s leaving in less than a week.
Which is why I pushed her away after being too vulnerable yesterday. Talking about my past is
