Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine
“Where the hell did you hit your head on? Why is a damn guess so difficult for you?”
“Same as it is for you,” he accused. “Why don't you tell me about it, then? It will save me some time and you some headache. Take it as a win-win.”
“Well….” I played with my ice cream, taking a scoop only to deposit it back, and repeating my actions once more. “I slept with him,” I finally said, flushing hard at the thoughts of the remarkable night and morning I had with my uncle.
“Him?” He sounded confused. “What are you talking about.”