#Chapter403
He walks to the desk and plonks his butt on the edge and just gazes at me. Not at all impressed with the predicament we are in, and I know my knickers in his pocket will be reminding him of what is being delayed. He’s not a patient guy at all and delaying sex for something like this is putting him in a sour mood. I reckon this house, her, and all of today is something he just wants rid of so we can go back to our carefree lounging in bed again and forget all this shit. I want to go back to the city and back to his apartment and forget everything for a few days. I feel like we need some downtime to hibernate together. So much has happened in such a short time and my head is still reeling from it all.
