I wasn’t much into hard rock, but it was a good fit for the situation. “Come on in. Indianporn I unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them past my hips and let them fall to floor. I can’t be with you until I figure out if I’ll ever be able to trust you again.”
“And how do you expect me to trust you? I wanted to escape in the worst way. “Come on in. “Fuck it! But now I found myself willingly returning. “We need to talk.” I stated rationally. But leave the socks.”
I did as he told. “Thanks”
He picked up a remote off one of the side tables, pushed a few buttons, and the room filled with music. “Um how bout you not call me that.” Hearing him call me ‘baby’ hit too close to home.
