But instead of leaning closer to kiss me, she suddenly leaps to her feet. “Oh! I forgot. But I didn’t. I didn’t forget. I didn’t. Just ... temporarily. Stay. Right there.”
“I—”
“Stay,” she repeats while she scoots to the front door and shoves on her boots.
I start to rise.
She snaps her fingers and points me back onto the couch. “Can youpleaselet someone else do something for you and trust that it’ll be a good thing?”
And there go my dirty librarian fantasies again. “You naked is a good thing.”
She blushes.
She actually blushes.
And fuck me if that isn’talsoa massive turn on.
“I’ll be naked soon. But I don’t want to forget this. Two seconds, okay?” She darts out the door before I can answer, shrugging into her coat as she goes, and I watch out the side window as she dashes around the house.
I jiggle my foot.
My cock is aching.
She needed to watch a movie and hear from June andnothave me be a horndog, butI want.
Jesus, I want her.
And she’s been gone for more than two seconds.
More than a minute ...
More than two minutes ...
Yeah.
I’m timing her.
And at three minutes, I’m about to ignore her orders and leap out of my seat to follow her when I hear the back door open.
“Are you still sitting down?” she calls.
“Against my will,” I reply.
“Good boy.”
I stare down the hallway.
And then I snort with laughter.
Being with Maisey is like being with one of my best friends, but better.
Not just because sex with her is amazing, and I want more, but because I see so much of me in her.
The way she views the world. The things she’ll do for the people she loves. The way she’s afraid it will never be enough, and the way she goes above and beyond to support everyone around her. Her hopes for June. Her mission for herself. Her fears that she’ll never be enough.
She gets me, and with her, I don’t feel quite so alone.
Or so broken.
