Finally, she walks into the room. Her hair is in two braids and she’s not wearing any makeup. She doesn’t normally wear a ton, but I like this version of her. Relaxed and confident in herself. The shorts she’s wearing however, are tight and short. They almost look like ones you’d wear when working out. She’s trying to kill me.
She glances at the clock by the bed. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long in the shower. How in the world is it already two in the morning.”
“No worries.” I chuckle. “I’m not usually asleep yet anyway.” It’s a lie. I usually fall asleep as soon as I get home.
She sets a bag on the floor in front of the dresser. I guess it’s her dirty clothes, and turns toward the bed. “Um, what side of the bed do you want me to sleep on?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I stand and let her decide.
“Yeah, I don’t believe that.” She rolls her eyes. “Everyone has a preferred side of the bed.”
“No, really. I’m okay with whatever side you want. You seemed to sleep pretty well on that side last time you were here.” I wave my hand toward the side I typically sleep on.
“I was also drunk off my ass.” Her head shakes. In shame? I can’t tell. “But, fine, I’ll sleep on this side.”
She moves the comforter back and slides onto the bed before pulling it over her. I wait until she’s settled to turn off the light, then I flick it back on again. “Fan or no fan?”
“Fan, please.” Shit. I’m going to freeze my ass off tonight.
Leaving the switch on, I pull the string that turns the light off. It’s a good thing I know my room like the back of my hand. Otherwise, I’d be fumbling in the dark, unsure of where I’m going.
It feels weird lying next to someone in my bed. Not in a bad sort of way, but in an I could get used to this way. It provides an intimacy I’ve never allowed.
There’s movement over the comforter and for a second, I think some sort of spider is moving its way to bite one of us. But I feel Joan’s fingers slip between mine. She turns to her side, pulling our joined hands over her waist, before scooting back until her body is pressed against mine.
What else am I supposed to do other than turn toward her. Our bodies fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. She snuggles further into me. Her ass rubbing against my cock. She’s definitely trying to test my willpower.
A part of me wonders if she’s doing it intentionally, or if she’s the type that likes to snuggle and needs a feeling of security wrapped around her.
“So, are you staying another night?”
“I don’t know.” It may be dark in here, but I can hear the smile in her voice. “I’m strongly considering it. Why?”
“Just wondering.” Inside I’m hoping that turns into a yes. I can definitely get used to this. Having her beside me every night. But that isn’t something I can think about now. We have to get through the dating phase before that’s ever a possibility. Plus, there’s the logistics to think of.
Her shirt rides up the slightest bit with her movement, and I rub my thumb over the exposed skin. She shivers under my arm and I want nothing more than to flip her over and have my way with her. I won’t though. Not unless she initiates it. I’m going at her pace.
“We should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“Yeah, it just takes me a minute.”
She keeps moving around. At first, I thought it was because she wanted things to progress, but now I wonder if it’s because she hasn’t had someone else in bed with her in a while. The feeling is mutual. We’ll work through it, though.
It takes me a while to get settled because all the plans for tomorrow run through my head. It needs to be an epic day. Every time I close my eyes to fall asleep another idea pops into my brain and then is interrupted by the crickets chirping in the summer night. Both my brain, and the insects, need to shut up already.
16
Joan
If I thoughtit felt weird being in Eric’s house alone the first time, it’s even more so now. When I finally fell asleep, I was wrapped tight in his arms. It’s probably the best sleep I’ve gotten in ages.
This morning, though. He was nowhere to be seen. I’ve gone through every room in the house. No Eric. There aren’t any notes on the counter or anywhere else that I can see. Who does that?
While I wait for him to show up, I take a few moments to text Dad. Honestly, I’m surprised he hasn’t text me again since I didn’t answer him last night.
Joan: I’m probably staying here again tonight. I’ll be home after work tomorrow. What plans are you making?
Dad: Probably the same ones you’re making. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
