Brooke
I am sitting on Evan’s sofa as he makes us breakfast after our hour-long shower. We may have gotten distracted by each other. We haven’t discussed my suggestion of us becoming friends with benefits. I don’t know what made me say that. The words just sort of fell from my lips before I could stop them.
I know I have been telling myself that I can’t let anything happen between us again, but last night and this morning, after hearing him moan my name and say the things he did, it ignited something in me and any control I had vanished.
It probably isn’t the best idea for us to become friends with benefits, but the s*x is so damn good, and it is the closest I will ever get to having him as mine. Not a great reason, but it is better than nothing. Evan doesn’t need to know that. He mig
