10
Roan
I slept like s**t on the dry ground, beneath a star-lit sky. We needed rain, and I needed to leave.
Annie hadn’t spoken two words to me once I got back from relieving the ache in my balls. She sat with that damn computer on her lap, and I left her alone, getting the hint. She didn’t want company.
Whittling out by the fire filled the time until I didn’t feel like a fool curling up too early in the bed I’d made for myself outside. I managed some shut eye but woke the next morning with a raging hard on.
Annie didn’t look like she’d slept much better, her eyes tired, her shoulders stooped.
“How’s the writing going?” I asked as she handed me a cup of coffee. I’d shot off against the same tree as the day before a few minutes earlier, needing to get rid of my stiff d**k before appro
