I had stopped grilling him about Emma and an awkward silence fell over us until he asked, “You don’t like her?”
“Anna?”
“Yeah.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause I don’t.” What would he do if I told him why not? Amateur xxx My right hand on his throat moved to the back of his head and into his hair; my left hand down to his waste. What was I doing with her anyway? “What’s the deal with you and Anna?” Too much to hope for. “We’re in my bed.” Ambiguity is my weapon of choice. “That’s hardly an answer.”
“It’s a perfectly legit answer. He was very uncomfortable with the question, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, groping, scratching, kneading, anything to bring our groins and faces closer together.




















