11:30 P.M.
“That was a really great dinner. Thank you,” Jill, Brad’s wife, said.
Brad stole another brownie off the plate and groaned while he nodded his head in agreement. He reached for another brownie only to find the plate gone and Jason glaring at him.
“Brownie-thieving bastard,” he muttered as he stalked off to Haley’s kitchen.
The three of them watched as Jason placed the brownies in a large Ziploc bag that he no doubt planned on taking with him to work in the morning. Halfway through transferring the brownies to the bag, he looked over his shoulder to glare at Brad and mouthed the words, “Thieving bastard,” before returning to the task at hand.
“Anyway,” Haley said, drawing Brad and Jill’s attention away from Jason’s rather disturbing affection for her baked goods. “It was nice to have you guys over.”
“Thank you for having us. You’re coming over next week, right?” Jill asked as she frowned at her husband, who held up the last bite of brownie but didn’t eat it. His eyes were locked on Jason.
Both women watched as Jason turned around. Brad made a huge show of putting the brownie in his mouth. He closed his eyes as if it was the best thing he’d ever eaten and moaned.
“That was a damn good brownie,” Brad finally said.
“You betraying bastard!” Jason gasped.
“I’ll bring you an entire pan of brownies next week, Brad,” Haley said, knowing it would take the glare away from Brad.
“Traitor,” Jason mumbled as he lovingly stroked the bag of brownies.
“It’s so not right that he isn’t fat,” Jill said, and Haley had to nod in agreement.
Jason had put away three helpings of lasagna tonight, a salad, and a ton of garlic bread, not to mention about a dozen brownies and cookies. With her one helping of lasagna and two brownies, she was probably going to gain five pounds. Sometimes life really wasn’t fair.
They said their goodnights and walked Brad and Jill out the door. She shut the kitchen light off, knowing that Jason would shut off the living room light for her. Still, neither spoke of the sleeping arrangements and she didn’t know how to bring it up. So instead, she quietly said goodnight, rolled her eyes when Jason mumbled, “I love you,” to his brownies and headed to her bathroom.
After a quick shower, she pulled on a small tee-shirt and panties. Yawning, she walked into her room and wasn’t surprised to find Jason on his stomach, wearing nothing but his boxers, in the middle of her bed. She flicked off the lights and crawled in bed. She laid her head on his shoulder while her hand rested on his other shoulder and her leg entwined with his. In a matter of seconds, she felt Jason relax and drift off to sleep.
Wednesday Night
10:45 P.M.
Jason was exhausted as he pulled into his driveway. He waited until Haley pulled into her driveway before getting out. It had been a very long day and judging by the adorable little whimper Haley made as she climbed out of her car, she was feeling it as well.
“I am so tired,” she mumbled pathetically.
“That was a parent-teacher meeting for the records,” he muttered around a yawn.
“Too damn much drama. Who knew that parents of spoiled rich kids who were failing could act like that? I had one woman sobbing hysterically because her son got a B instead of an A.”
He chuckled. “I was offered a blowjob to turn a D into an A.”
Haley’s face squished up adorably. “You had a woman offer you a blowjob during parent-teacher night?”
Chuckling, Jason shook his head. “Nope. Seems the guy is desperate to get his son into Harvard.”
She laughed softly as she headed towards her house with a rueful shake of her head and a mumbled, “I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
“Me, too. Goodnight,” he returned as they walked along the small patch of grass between their properties. Just before she veered off to the right, he put his arm around her shoulders and steered her towards his house.
For the last three nights, they’d slept at her house. It wasn’t that he missed his bed. He just wanted to see if the bed made the difference or if it was Haley. Plus, he’d been imagining her in his bed all day. Whenever his thoughts turned sexual, he forced his mind out of the gutter. It was becoming more and more difficult as time went by.
He’d made himself a promise today. He would get her into his bed and if he didn’t sleep as well as he had in her bed, then he would go out and buy a bed matching hers and the problem would be solved. If he still slept like a baby with her, then…
Well, he didn’t really want to think about that just yet. He was pretty sure part of the problem was sex.
