Chapter 6

“I can’t do this,” I said after giving Ryan’s ass cheeks a good squeeze.

He looked over his shoulder. “Why not?”

“I just can’t,” I said, rising. “I’m sorry.” My cock had gone soft, too. It, obviously, was as disappointed as I was that the evening had hit such a sour note.

I expected Ryan to question me further about why I’d bailed on him, but he didn’t. Instead, he quickly rose and started gathering his discarded clothing. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in talking about our failed sexual encounter. He just wanted to get the hell away from me.

“Can I take a shower?” he finally asked, a tremor of anxiousness in his voice that made me feel even worse than I already did.

“Sure,” I said with a sigh.

After the bathroom door closed and I heard the shower running, I put on my pants. I felt terrible. Not only had I failed in fucking Ryan, I’d managed to totally freak him out, too.