“Goddamn it,” Houston swore through gritted teeth, “tell me and stop beating around the bush!” “Sex,” I told him with a gasp. I couldn’t quite catch my breath after that. “I’m addicted to sex, Houston.” I didn’t get a response because a noise had stolen Houston’s attention. I followed his glower to the door behind him, where Loren and Rich stood looking like a train was barreling toward them. When I imagined all the ways they might discover my secret, this had been so far from it.
