Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the ache between them sharp and undeniable. The next document was a vivid depiction of them in the shower, steam curling around them as he pressed her against the tiles, his mouth trailing down her body. The words leaped out at her, raw and unapologetic. He stiffened, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sure girls notice you.”
“Mom…” Ryan’s voice cracked, and she could see him squirming. *****
Lydia stepped into the living room, clad in skin-tight black leggings and a snug sports bra that left little to the imagination. Does she want me to touch her? She glanced at him, still asleep, and a thrill shot through her at the thought of how he’d written this, about her, for her. She gasped softly, feigning surprise. She glanced at him, still asleep, and a thrill shot through her at the thought of how he’d written this, about her, for her. Does she think about me the way I think about her—constantly, obsessively?”
Her stomach fluttered, a mix of guilt and exhilaration
