I showered as he made the bed. As he showered, I fixed us something to eat. We talked for a while.
We made love once more before the night was over. We slept the next day away but we're sure to be back at the main house in our separate rooms before my father returned.
Dustin checked on me the morning after but we stayed away from each other the next couple of days.
I guess he needed to process what had happened just as much as I did.
I grew concerned when I hadn't seen him for two more days after that. I texted him but his responses were uncharacteristically short.
I didn't want to crowd him but after considering his former depressed state, I erred towards caution.
I knew there was a chance he might have another woman in his room. I suspected he snuck in a visitor from time to tim
