She giggles, the sound relaxed and comfortable. “That would be bad.”
“That would be bad,” I agree, nodding my head.
She fumbles with her keys at the door, so I take them from her hand.
“Here. Let me.”
Jenna watches me as I turn the key in the lock, something unreadable in her gaze. She hums, leaning lightly against thedoorframe. “Hot chocolate daddy,” she mutters again, almost to herself. “That’s a good name for you.”
My dick jumps again, but I ignore it.
I push the door open and usher her inside. The interior is dim, lit only by a lamp in the living room and a muted glow from the kitchen. It smells like her, vanilla and something clean, and whatever candle she’s been burning lately.
Jenna kicks her shoes off near the door, then wobbles when she tries to scoot them to the side with a foot.
I catch her automatically, one arm around her waist, the other steadying her shoulder. She blinks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“You’re really strong,” she observes.
I flex the bicep that she’s holding on to. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”
“Wasn’t expecting it from the nerdy kid who used to sit behind me in class,” she teases weakly, then sways again.
“Alright,” I say. “Bedtime for you.”
Her cheeks pinken on a mischievous smirk. “Okay, Daddy.”
Fuck me.
I slide an arm under her knees and another behind her back. “Hold on.”
Jenna makes a small yelp as I lift her. She instinctively wraps her arms around my neck. She’s warm and soft, her weight settling easily against my body. She tucks her face into the curve of my shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I nudge the front door closed with my foot and head down the hallway, opening doors until I find her bedroom. It’s cozy with soft gray bedding, a stack of books on the nightstand, and framed photos of her and her friends on the dresser.
Carefully, I lower her onto the bed. She sinks into the mattress with a sigh, her eyes already slipping closed. I hesitate for a second, debating in my head. Undressing her feels like aline I don’t want to get anywhere near while she’s like this. My dick has opinions about it but my brain shuts him down.
Instead, I tug off her boots and socks for her. She wiggles her toes in the cool air, humming before burrowing deeper into the pillow. I pull the comforter back and tuck it around her, smoothing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
“Be right back,” I whisper, even though she’s half asleep.
In the kitchen, I find a clean glass in the cabinet and fill it with water, then rummage through a drawer until I spot a familiar bottle of over-the-counter painkillers. With two tablets in my palm and the glass in my other hand, I head back to her bedroom.
Jenna’s still where I left her, her face flushed and her breathing soft and steady. I set the glass and pills on her nightstand.
“Water and something for your head when you wake up,” I whisper again. “Take them, okay?”
She doesn’t respond, just shifts slightly, her lashes fluttering.
I stand here for a long moment, looking at her. The girl I used to daydream about in homeroom, now in bed with golden tendrils fanned around her.
She’s still so fucking beautiful.
I lean down, brushing a light kiss to her temple. “Sweet dreams, Princess,” I murmur.
I start to straighten, but her hand shoots up, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. She tugs, surprisingly strong, dragging me back down. Before I can react, her mouth is on mine.
It’s a bit clumsy at first, but the intent is unmistakable. Her lips are plush, tasting like citrus and sugar and the sharp edge of vodka. My brain sputters, short-circuits, then completely falters when she sighs against my mouth and presses closer.
