Not that I minded anyone seeing us together—I mean, everyone knew which way the wind blew already. I was still glad no one was around when Bear and I walked up to the big house and he let me inside. There would be time enough for people to see us all googly-eyed on another day. Tonight, I wanted to get f****d.
I waved at Meg as we passed her in the living room; she was watching an episode of American Horror Story, which I’d learned was one of her favorite shows. Bear led me up the staircase to a cozy-looking room with a huge bed, a chest of drawers, a closet overflowing with clothing and shoes, and a night stand. There was a chair and a small table by the window, likely where Bear had witnessed my meltdown the other night.
“Does Meg sleep on this floor?” I asked as I quickly undressed, s
