16 Chapter 16

“I don’t think I’m emotionally demanding,” I told Glenn. “Like I said, I can give you room, physically, emotionally, whatever you need.”

He stayed quiet until we reached the house. When I stopped the car in the garage, he took my arm. “Okay. Let’s give it a try, but no guarantees. You understand?”

“Totally.

I tried not to be too eager, forcing myself to suggest we fetch his stuff tomorrow rather than today. “Appear casual” would become my mantra.

Instead, as he stood at the kitchen sink drinking a glass of water while looking out the window, I came up behind him, slid my arms around him, and said, “Let’s fuck.” To underscore the suggestion, I worked my hand to his crotch and gave him a squeeze.

He finished his water, set down the glass, and turned. “You got it,” he said and he began to undress.