Jamie was right—we’d been kids the last time we were close like this, and we’d felt like we had all the time in the world… until we didn’t. He’d been my first kiss, my first… almost everything. But he loomed so large in my memory, it felt like there should be nothing we hadn’t done.
“We are now,” I panted. “We have… hours and hours.”
Jamie’s hand moved away, and he flipped me to my back before lying down on top of me, fully naked this time.
He undulated once, pushing every part of his body against every part of mine.
I moaned at the sensation, and Jamie barked out a harsh laugh. “Hours and hours,” he repeated, except he didn’t seem quite as excited about that as I was. “Let’s make them count.”
He wrapped a hand around both of us and didn’t stop until he’d pushed me over the edge.
Chapter Eight
Jamie
“Bad news is,your roof’s fucked,” Enrique Poole said, bracing his hands on his hips and looking up at the boards he’d nailed into the ceiling above the window in Molly’s room.
Parker and I had spent a couple of hours in there earlier that morning, disassembling her bed and propping her mattress against the wall to give the construction guys Marci had promised to send over some room to maneuver, but somehow that had made the damage seem even worse than it had yesterday. There was no way this room was going back to the way it had been before, even if I wanted it to.
And Parker was right—there was no reason why itshould. But change was hard. I had no more idea what to do with this space today than I had yesterday. And tomorrow Parker would be gone.
I huffed out a breath, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. “Is there any good news?”
“Well, sure.” Enrique turned and looked at me strangely. “Plenty. Nobody got hurt, for one.”
I nodded. “True.” And that had been more of a near-run thing than I’d thought, looking at the tree from inside yesterday. The thing was huge—way more than just the dead branches I’d forgotten to prune last year. In fact, an entire half of the trunk had sheared off with the branch and had been propped up against the roof all night long, just waiting to crumple the whole section of the roof—and any idiot sleeping beneath it—like a tin can beneath its weight.
Not that Parker and I had been in any danger, mind you. In fact, we hadn’t bothered using the bedrooms last night at all. We’d fallen asleep right on the living room rug like a pair of idiots having a very grown-up sort of slumber party.
“We chopped up the tree, and I got to use a chainsaw inside the house for a minute,” Enrique continued, like he was ticking blessings off for me. “Which was super fun.”
“Yeah, I feel like that part was more good fortune for you than for me.” I rubbed at my shoulder, which didn’t seem to appreciate a night camping out on the floor.
“And you’ll have some good firewood for next winter.”
“Right. There’s that.” And I’d need it. Because there’d be no one to keep me warm next…
Wow.That was fucking pitiful. Two nights with Parker, and apparently this was me. I refused to let myself complete that thought.
“And last but not least, no major structural damage,” Enrique said with a grin. “So we should be able to get the outside part fixed up for you next week.”
“The outside? What about in here?”
Enrique shrugged. “Lotsa houses got damaged, J. We’re kinda triaging things right now, you know? Step one, making sure it’s weather tight. Step two, making it pretty. But that’s not gonna happen for a few weeks.”
I nodded. That made sense. And more than that, I felt like it had bought me some time.
“Hey, Jame?”
“Yeah?”
I turned to the door, where Parker stood braced against the frame. He was wearing a pair of my sweatpants, since we’d managed to get all of his own pajamas dirty, and they hung on his hips below his t-shirt. His light hair had dried in messy waves after his shower, like someone had been running their fingers through it this morning—spoiler: it was me—and he looked gorgeous and touchable and…
I made myself look away.
“Si and his guy are here. They’re waiting for you in the kitchen.” Parker hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
I nodded and clapped Enrique on the shoulder. “You all set?”
