That night, I kept tossing and turning, thinking about this relationship I had with Leslie.
No matter how many scenarios I came up with, I couldn't seem to find one that made sense of how we ended up together.
All I know about her is that her reputation is the best in the upper circle. She's devout, respectful, and always carries herself with propriety. So, how did we get intimate?
As I tried my best to picture different scenarios of how we met, my mind quickly drifted in a different direction. Images of what I thought she would look like with no clothes on flashed through my head.
It went just from trying to picture how the curves of her body looked to imagining how her breasts would feel in my hands.
Before I knew it, a certain something was very stiff.
"What are you doing, Christian?" I groaned. I reached over and pulled the pillow beside me over my head, covering my face.
