girl, who is that beefy dude?
You can’t leave me hanging. Tho, I bet he’s hung. DANG, girl.
You are just cruel.
I snickered and quickly fired off a response.
I’m pretty sure I officially know what a thorough dicking feels like.
Leaving that bomb, I stripped on my way to my shower. A part of me didn’t want to wash off Tate’s scent, but I desperately needed to moisturize from the previous night. The abrasions on my skin were staggering. Each one made me shiver as I tried to downplay the pink burn marks. As I was soaping my breast, I actually gasped.
He freaking left a hickey.
I finished up and started my skin care routine. One thing I couldn’t slack on was that. Not with winter already making itself known. When I was slathering on my lotions, I got closer to the mirror. My neck had all sorts of scratches on it.
“Holy crap,” I whispered and dug through my bag for one of my tinted moisturizers to downplay some of the marks.
I dried my hair and did some light makeup, then set my face and neck. I needed to dig into the back of my closet for one of my high collared sweaters. Which of course didn’t cover nearly enough of the marks. It would probably be a neon sign if I wore a scarf around my neck.
This is what I got for sleeping with someone like Tate.
“And you liked it,” I told my reflection.
God, I really did. And I would have let him do more to me this morning if Velma hadn’t interrupted me.
Don’t get ahead of yourself.
Live in the moment.
It was a crisp fall day, so I went with jeans and riding boots since we were going to an orchard. Maybe if I brought my mother home some apples she’d forgive me. I fluffed my hair around my shoulders, hoping she wouldn’t look too hard at me before I left. I swapped out my tiny purse for a cross body bag with my wallet and phone. I wasn’t sure how much walking we’d be doing.
Back in the kitchen, my mother was cooking breakfast for her and my dad.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to an orchard with Tate. Somewhere called Brothers Three, I think.”
“Oh, is that right?”
I felt the flush in my face. “Yes. I guess he’s having them come in as a vendor for Wonderland. I think he wants to check them out first.”
“Sounds like a nice date.”
“Mom.”
“What? I’m just saying. Tate is a nice man, and you don’t have to worry about him like some of the other men you’ve gone out with.”
“Gee thanks.”
My mother sipped her coffee. “I never liked Julian.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to talk about him.”
Nothing like a little slap of reality. Not only did Julian cheat on me, but he did it during Christmas. I thought I was going to ring in the New Year with a wedding, and instead I got one more reason to hate the holidays.
My mother sighed. “Have a nice time.”
“Thanks.”
