I glance up and I know immediatelywhothis loud group of women is—the Chamberses.
Fuck. Is it Sunday already? I completely forgot they meet here and take over the place.
Which means . . .
They all part as if on cue, and sitting at the end of the table is Odette.
And she’s looking right at me.
Chapter Fourteen
Odette
I can still feel him.
He promised I’d be able to, and boy, he delivered.
I can’t recall the last time I was so sore in so many good places.
It’s made it really hard to focus on what’s happening around me. The last time I tuned in, Aunt Collette was telling everyone about how Dale from the hardware store asked her out and how she was unsure if she should say yes.
So far, it’s a tie.
They continue their debate, and I tune them out again.
I have more important things to worry about than a date with the town clown, like the fact that I slept with my best friend’s brother ... and that I want to do it again.
I knew it wouldn’t be enough the second I kissed Noah in the kitchen and that I’d need more. Then he touched me and told me how beautiful I was and slid inside me, and I knew—I would never be the same.
Leaving his bed this morning was a chore. I hated to do it, though I knew that if I was late for breakfast, I’d be subjected to not just my mother’s questioning, but also my aunts’ and Nonna’s.
I am not prepared for that, especially since I’m still trying to wrap my head around what happened last night.
I mean, Iknowwhat happened. I could never forget it.
But what does it mean? Where do we go from here? Do we talk about it? Do we forget it happened? Will it happen again? I implied it would, but it was in the heat of the moment.
And the most important question of all—do I tell Izzy I slept with her brother?
My stomach sours at the thought of having that conversation with her. She told me once a long time ago that she thought the idea of us together was gross, but was that just her being a typical teenager? Did she mean it? How would adult Izzy react? Would she be mad? Would she care at all? I don’t know. I just know that I don’t have answers, and even if I did, I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with them.
So instead I let myself slip into my mind and block out what’s happening around me and go right back to last night and the look on Noah’s face as he pushed his cock inside me.
It was euphoric. That’s the only way to describe being with him. It was like everything and nothing I imagined. And I imagined ita lotover the years.
Now that it’s finally happened, I can’t believe my life ever existed without sex like that. Without feeling so connected and attuned to someone. He knew exactly what I needed and when I needed it. It was perfect.Hewas perfect.
“That’s a cat!” Collette yells. “Oh my gosh, Lucille, look! A cat!”
Everyone turns to see what she’s pointing at, and I look right at the last person I expect to see.
“Noah?”
In a very rare look for him, his cheeks redden, and he dips his head.
Is that because of me? Is that because of last night?
“Uh, hey, ladies,” he says.
