It was night, and the fan was whirring loudly against the sound of insects outside my window. I groaned and rolled in my bed, pressing my hand between my thighs. My night dress was pushed up to my hips, and I was horny as hell. Abena was in town. That’s all I could think about. She was in town, and I wasn’t fucking her. Sure, her flight had just arrived an hour ago, and she would be spending the night …