"What are you doing?" Brent's quiet voice makes me jump.
He's standing in the doorway, eyes wide, hands crossed over his chest.
I drop the sachet back in the drawer and I quickly push it closed.
"I, uh, was looking for a charger."
"What were you holding?"
They say that honesty is the best policy, so I go straight for the plug.
"I found Viagra in the drawer."
"I see."
He walks in, taking his suit jacket off, and he dumps it unceremoniously on the edge of the dresser. He starts to unbutton his shirt while I sit very still, wondering what to do with myself.
Brent has erectile issues? Or why does he use the blue pill? I'm assuming that he took a tablet both times when we slept together, and that bothers me.
I feel terrible. Both times, I sort of pushed him into sleeping with me
