’ She found herself stammering. ‘I mean I was thinking about you. But I didn’t call you. So you have to be following me.’ she explained, layin...g her hands on her full round hips. ‘I am not.’ he groaned, her overly feminine gesture making him more than uncomfortable in her presence, and his snug fitting jeans. ‘Then I don’t know.’ she lied, feeling his desire as strongly as she felt her own. ‘Do you intend to follow me home now that it’s obvious that I can’t set a guard on you?’ she asked,. When we broke she was flushed, breathing hard and shaking all over. To hide her condition she ran upstairs and closed her bedroom door.Cary was in the kitchen when I caught up with her for a goodnight smooch. She turned to me and almost leaped into my outstretched arms. There was a neediness and intentionality in how she held the back of my head and stuck her tongue as far into my mouth as she could reach. I loved holding her, letting her have as much as she wanted of me. Before she stepped. It was plenty big enough for two people. I took off my robe and hung it on one of the hooks embedded in the side of the cabin. Greg did the same with his Cargo pants and we got into the shower with nothing on but our flip-flops. Greg started the water as we stood aside to wait for it to warm up.When I felt it was warm enough I stepped under the water and soaped up my hands. But instead of washing myself I started to wash Greg’s shoulders and chest. I told him to turn around and I washed his. ”“Back to bed with you,” he said.“Don’t be so bossy,” she groused.“After last night, you need your rest,” he said.“About last night,” she said, looking up at him.“It was the only thing I could think of to warm you up. We can talk about that when you’re fully rested. Right now -”“I know, I know, I need to get back into bed.”She stood up. Something inside her had to do it again. She didn’t understand why she had this urge, but she did.“Help me with my robe, please,” she said. “I don’t want to.