6

ASHTON

With a firm grip on the steering wheel, I make my way towards the grocery store, multitasking by holding my phone in my other hand. Using a notes app, I begin listing the items I need to buy, but frustration quickly wells up within me as the automated voice misinterprets my words. It reads back a garbled version of my list that leaves me annoyed and shooting a glare at my phone.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lennox finds the situation amusing and suggests I brake. Caught off guard, I slam on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision with a white sedan. It's only been two days since Lennox became my bodyguard, and I'm already feeling the impact of having someone constantly around.

My mind is scattered, my nerves are rattled, and there's a growing tension building up inside me. Specifically, it's sexual tension. It's been 48 hours since I last had sex, and even this morning in the shower, I couldn't help but imagine Lennox while trying to masturbate. It was a futile effort to