Damian
Dragging myself upstairs after I wash up my plate because Bryan does not like it when I leave anything in the sink overnight...and no, the dishwasher is also a no-no.
He’s behind his laptop and pauses to look at me when I enter the room from by the desk he is at. It burns me especially now that I have acknowledged the truth of my fault in our misunderstanding. In the shadows of the room, the mark that he received at the club is highlighted and my anger rises. I’d forgotten about it in the kitchen earlier tonight.
Seething, I go into the bathroom, where I spend another hour there. Despite my gloomy mood, my arousal is so evident, but I punish myself by now giving myself an ease. I need Bryan to ease me after how I almost betrayed him by making plans with someone else. I showere
