My mind was a mess of thoughts as I failed to focus on the show he was watching. I was confused. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I’m sure he asked me to come over to f**k. I was still new at this whole hooking up thing. Sure, I’ve done it a few times, but my experience and level of interaction with men was still limited. It had been years since I’d lain in bed with a man that wasn’t my partner, no, ex-partner. What I expected when he closed the door was for him to kiss me, rip off my clothes and bend me over the nearest surface. This cuddling thing we were doing was throwing me off. I never did this with Amos and I was struggling to figure out what I was supposed to do. My eyes darted to the door in the corner.
Should I ask to go to the bathroom?
Maybe I could call Ami and ask h
