Charity
“I gotta talk to you." I grab hold of Drew's hand as soon as he walks through the door of his parent's house. Making sure our girls didn't see us, I turn, whisper-hisssing so he can hear me. “Alone."
We quickly take the stairs to his boyhood room, I shut the door, locking it behind us. It hasn't changed much since he moved out. The same comforter still decorates the bed, the one I slept with every night he'd sneak me up here. My favorite pillow still leans against the wall, and I bet over on the right side of the mattress there's still the stain where I lost my virginity to him on a night his parents had a club function.
His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “Was 'talking to me' code for you wanna f**k like we use to as teenagers?" He grins, laying back against his old bed, suppor
