Sharing My Room With SIs 9: Taking Suggestions
It was Saturday. After a hard week, things seemed to be looking up. All week unseen forces seemed to be trying to end the new relationship Abby and I had forged since I was forced to share my room with her. People had noticed how closed we’d become, and we’d had to distance ourselves from each other, not daring to let anyone know what we’d been doing in room. Until the night before, we’d barely been able to touch each other all week. The most shattering moment of all had come first on the last Sunday. Abby’s new friend Izzy had come over to our house for the day, and had spied on us during a careless moment. Izzy had kept our potentially devastating secret, and had shared one of her with us. Their friendship …