But after hanging out with him on the back deck last night, getting the man out of my head was impossible. I’m ashamed to admit that while he was downstairs getting ready for work, I pulled my covers up to my chin, slid my hand into my panties and had a toe-twisting orgasm with the thought of him on my mind. This has got to stop. I’ve got to get a hold of myself before we take things too far. What’s the hardest part of trying to convince myself to see Mason in a purely non-sexual way? Well, I’ve already had sex with him. Duh.
