And suddenly I am keenly aware that most of the people here use this house for one primary reason: A shit ton of sex. I groan and scrub my face. Right. I’m going to keep telling myself my childhood home away from home is an innocent place that brings us together for wholesome, familial love reasons. Not that I just spent months and the majority of an inheritance I only got access to by marrying the woman I was in lust with, then fell in love
