I hadn't told Anna or my parents about my breakup with Julie out of a desire to avoid the explanations and commiseration. The split had actually happened months prior, and I'd been deliberately alone and uninterested since then, first out of rage and then out of contempt for the 'fairer' s*x and their seeming unlimited capacity for insanity. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a girl in my arms.
Tonight, however, Anna's innocent goodnight hug had forcibly reminded me, and I berated myself under my breath for my reaction to the feel of her body against mine. Her arms had been warm, her scent subtle, and the swell of her breasts under her nightshirt had been difficult to ignore.
I hoped she hadn't felt the way I'd responded.
.:.
A hot shower calmed me somewhat, though I couldn
