50. Surrender Under the Siren's Song
Michelle
I barely set my phone down on the table and I'm already regretting it. Oh my God! I'm not prepared.
Well, my subconscious thinks otherwise. It tells me yes, that I'm ready to have s-e-x.
Why am I spelling out the word in my mind? I shake my head.
I flop onto the sofa, but the restlessness won't leave me alone. I stood up again and started pacing back and forth in the small room. My thoughts come and go, colliding with each other.
A bath. I need a bath. And I urgently need to wax.
I check the time. I take a deep breath. I decided to text him:
"I need you to take at least an hour and a half."
His response came immediately:
"Okay. I'll buy something to drink."
I can't help but smile as I read it. I feel like a teenager about to have her
