The thunder rolls and the lightning cracks, all while I'm praying to keep to my senses. I don't want to focus on those rock hard abs, the way the water rolls down his chest, and that hungry look in his eyes.
I remember hating him in middle school.
Always better at everything. Trophies lined up on the shelf at home. He seemed to be the family favorite.
After he came into our lives, I just sorta faded into the background. I was the afterthought.
And now here we were, trapped in the county's worst storm of the century, hoping that the battered barn stayed together. Hoping that we'd make it out alive.
Between dormant attractions and the decreasing barometric pressure... am I about to give in to my biggest fear? My biggest fantasy?
I remember hating him in middle school.
Always better at everything. Trophies lined up on the shelf at home. He seemed to be the family favorite.
After he came into our lives, I just sorta faded into the background. I was the afterthought.
And now here we were, trapped in the county's worst storm of the century, hoping that the battered barn stayed together. Hoping that we'd make it out alive.
Between dormant attractions and the decreasing barometric pressure... am I about to give in to my biggest fear? My biggest fantasy?
