He lets me use his shower. I almost think he might join me—and I’m surprised to find that I almost want him to. If he did, I wouldn’t turn him away. And I wouldn’t ask for more than the hundred bucks, either. I like him, I really do. Not like that, I hastily add, sponging myself in the shower and trying to ignore how aroused I am thinking about him.
But a little voice inside me whispers, Maybe you do.
I tamp the voice down and don’t let myself think of anything at all as I jerk off under the hot spray. Maybe I just really need to find a girlfriend. All this s*x with other guys is screwing with my head. And I’m not only talking about the one between my legs, either.
After my shower, I towel dry and pull back on the same clothes I wore earlier. I wander into the kitchen, where Ryan is sta
