Sydney
I am in bed as Justin showers. I had one before him; it was safer because I don’t think my body can handle any more. I took a short nap, but after, we ended up going for another few rounds. I am sore and exhausted. I needed to lessen the temptation for myself because any time I see Justin, I am like a wild animal, ready to pounce. I needed a breather, and I think he did, too.
The sound of Justin’s phone ringing from next to me in the bed grabs my attention. When I glance at the screen, the name Jenny is flashing on it. Who the hell is Jenny? It rings and rings. I am tempted to answer it and find out who she is, but I decide against it. I am probably just being paranoid. It could be a friend or someone from work.
I ignore it, but it rings again. Why is this woman so desperate to
