"She wants you round there today ... About one o'clock."This was going to be awkward. At first he considered an excuse, and then thought about simply ...just not going at all. What mood would she be in? Still angry? Had she asked him to go around just to berate him further? His face burned when he recalled his actions during the night. Had he really thought of his grandmother while he wanked? That was just too sick. What kind of human being thinks like that?Evidently he did.Anxious and with his. It was more embarrassing than painful, no the hurt was replaced by that warmth I mentioned earlier, but as the night wore on he was more attentive to me confessing his desire for me.As the party was in his house, we stayed over in the spare room when everyone else had left.I lay beside my husband, who was now sleeping, so I got up and went downstairs for a drink of water, wearing a T-shirt, as I always slept nude, and as I descended the stairs, I heard then saw him sound asleep on the settee.I. ” “No need,” Channing flourished his debit card and bought both sets before she could argue, taking the bag with all the items inside, he presented it to Eve, “A gift for you my lady.” Eve blushed as they walked through the town and back to her hotel, Channing insisted on buying her flowers for the room and pampering her further with a new perfume and shoes. Passing a shop window with an elegant vintage style red dress, he ushered her to try it on as it would be perfect for the dinner he had. “Okay, okay,” he said. “But can I ask you something?”“Sure, I guess,” I said.“Are you saying that we’re friends again? I mean this is not just a matter of us burying the hatchet and calling things even, but actually friends again?” he said.“I think so,” I said. “What do you say, think, want?”“You know damn well what I want, big guy,” he said. He came at me, not to me, but at me and offered me his hand. I took it and shook it and I think I won the squeeze contest.“Okay then,” I said.“Okay then.