I stay over.
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When the morningcomes, George makes me a fried egg sandwich, then we fall onto his sofa and he fingers me until I’m crying his name and coming on his knuckles.
As much as I wish we could christen every surface in his home, I force myself to remember my real life.
“I have to go,” I tell him, feeling guilty I was out all night, even though I texted my mom and Marge that I would be.
“When can I see you again?” George follows me from the couch to his bedroom, lingering in the doorway, watching as I get dressed. “Soon,” he answers his own question before I can. “I want it to be soon.”
I duck my head at that, hiding a grin. “We’re going flying tomorrow.”
“A whole day?” he grumbles, dragging an agitated hand over his head.
Truthfully, I don’t want to wait that long, either. But I can’t just hide away in George’s condo. I have responsibilities.
“Just one day,” I murmur, pausing beside him and pressing up onto my toes so I can snag a kiss. He encircles my waist, cradles the back of my head, and deepens the kiss.
We’re both panting when we finally break apart, and I hurry by him before I strip down and jump back into bed with him.
I open the closet door with barely a nudge because the thing was already cracked and grab my shoes. After slipping them on, I take a step toward the door, only to freeze when my sole encounters a small, squishy lump.
“Oh hell,” I whisper, slightly horrified.
“What’s wrong?” George’s voice is full of concern.
“Nothing.” I turn to face him with my waitress smile, sure I’ve pulled it off.
His eyes scan me, landing on my feet and taking in how I’m only putting weight on one.
“There’s a spider in your shoe, isn’t there?”
He buys me a new pair of underwearanda set of flip-flops at a boutique a block over, and I drive home with his gift cradling my still-sensitive core.
Chapter
29
Me:I got nailed
George:Yeah you did
Me:
Me:But also there’s a nail in my tire
George:Do you need me to come put the spare on for you?
Me:I am a strong, capable woman. I can put on my own spare tire, thank you very much.
Me:And that’s exactly what I did last month when I got nailed the first time
George:You’ve been driving on a spare tire for a month?
Me:I know
Me:I’m pretty impressive
