Page 95 of I Crave You


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As I finished washing the last dish and stuck it on the drain board, my cell phone rang.

I picked it up and couldn't stop the dopey grin that spread across my face when I saw Brody's name.

"Hey, whatcha doin'?" I asked when I answered.

"Thinking about you."

My dopey grin got even wider. "Oh, really? I like the sound of that."

"Did you get your stuff done?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did. I'm actually getting a little bored."

"Ah. Does this mean we can talk on the phone for a while?"

"Actually, I was thinking you could come over and watch movies in my basement. My parents won't be home until tomorrow morning. We could, you know, do stuff."

Brody chuckled. "And what sort of stuff might that be?"

"I don't know. Maybe fool around a little."

"Hmmm, I don't know if that's enough incentive."

"Fine, I'll share my ice cream with you," I offered.

"Ice cream?" he asked, his tone bored.

"Well, it's a new flavor I thought you might like. Are Heath bars still your favorite?"

"Yes."

"Then you might want to come over."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Um, do you want to, uh..."

"Spend the night?" he finished for me.

"Yes."

"Yes, I do," he agreed.

"Then I'll see you in ten minutes."

I took those ten minutes to freshen up and put on a cute camisole edged in lace and a pair of thin cotton shorts. Then I changed back into the tee and shorts I'd been wearing before. Then I stripped down to my bra and panties and stared at the contents of my closet for way too long.

So long that the doorbell rang.

"Shit."

I grabbed the first thing within arm's reach and slipped it on. It ended up being a cotton dress with narrow straps. It was loose and comfortable. The kind of thing I wore when I intended to hang out around the house or go grocery shopping.

I walked to the front door barefoot and opened it. I was immediately confronted by the sight of Brody squared off with a huge raccoon. The animal was so chubby that his belly nearly brushed the ground when he stood on all fours.

Brody stood motionless, his hands out to his sides. "Why is he looking at me like that?"