(WESLEY)
Sleeping with Jericho has to be the dumbest thing that I did.
I dont know what came over me. But then, I couldn't have put logic past my my need to be fucked. I had been dreaming of the moment forever and it finally came. Jericho was too good to resist. Given another chance, I'm certain that I wouldn't have made a better choice.
And yet, I let him talk me into doing the same thing with him all over again. Thinking of it alone makes me want to kick my feet with excitement. I'm hoping that my emotions aren't too obvious that he can read them through my face.
My gaze flick to Arlo who is sitting beside me. We are sitting by the pool and Arlo's attention hasn't left his child even for a split second. Even though I understand the reason why he is being so clingy with the child, it makes my job redundant. Plus, I'd appreciate having the baby to focus on, because otherwise, all I think of is Jericho.
