Misty
All week Gray or Hal and sometimes both would engage me in conversation, getting to know the little pieces of me I allowed. They weren’t necessarily digging for information on me, just wanting me to share with them.
It was hard. I didn’t want them knowing all the dirty secrets I had. I wanted them to keep looking at me like they wanted me. The lust and admiration felt good that came from their eyes. I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time. At least not that I wanted. Because I did. I wanted them both so f*cking bad. The night I spied on them in Gray’s office played over and over in my head. My wrists hurt so bad from having to find relief from the s*xual tensions the image provided inside of me.
There were also little touches during the week. Gray brushed finger
