Im A Bad Aunt But Not Really An Aunt Part 2
The first day or two, or three for that matter, with Thomas around was rough. My body and my mind were locked in a constant battle. That isn’t correct! My body and mind were in simpatico, wanting him. My conscience, on the other hand, kept belaboring the reality that he was not only my friend’s stepson, which made him too much like real family to even think about that way, but also that he just viewed me as his aunt.The age difference didn’t bother me at all; he is in his twenties, and I’m in...