A Lonely Mom Loves Her Son Ch 4 5
I never got up the rest of the night. I hoped that Ethan made himself some dinner and wasn’t waiting for me to do it. I was afraid to even face him. How could I without wanting to jump his bones? How could we ever go back to the relationship we had before now that we’d been intimate? He’s right, of course, that it doesn’t make sense to worry about what others would think when they’d never know about it to even think about it. That’s a waste of worrying. The real worry is could we really...