Tomorrow.
Her parents get here tomorrow.
Will she still want me tomorrow?
“We can do anything you want tomorrow, princess. Anything at all.”
24
Laney
I don’t knowwhere I am, or possibly even who I am, but as I slowly drift to consciousness, unaware if I’ve been asleep for five minutes or five hours, I don’t care.
I’m content.
Every bit of me.
My body is a giant lump of happy. My brain is whispering peaceful suggestions of beach sunrises with the gentle sounds of the surf. Something is vibrating comfortably on my hip. And I can smell the musky, clean scent of warm man and feel his body lined up behind mine.
Theo.
Oh my god.
I had sex with Theo.
And it wasglorious.
Magnificent.
Earth-shattering and life-altering.
And he’s still in bed with me. In paradise.
And that’s a cat curled up on my hip, purring.
This, my soul whispers.This is what you’re missing.
I never would’ve expected feeling so much peace and safetyhere. With Theo. But I do.
Fun? I’ve always envied his ability to find it anywhere.Always. And I’ve thought some extremely unflattering things about his sense of responsibility over the years at the same time that I was craving fun.
But I never realized he could be funandhave moments of utter peace. That he ever has moments of rest.
That he can be smiling with the mischief of ten thousand wood sprites one minute and washing my face of tears the next.
And that I’d love to listen to the rhythmic sound of his breath, and that I’d like that he’s holding my breast in his sleep, and that I like even more that I’m slowly realizing there’s a thick, hardmeat stickcradled against my butt cheeks.
Meat stick.
Oh my god.
I said that.
“Beans,” he murmurs into my hair.
Oh my godagain. I told himbeanswas my safe word.
Who uses beans as a safe word?
