I gasp in outrage, bringing my palm to cover my mouth in horror. “Onlyprettygood?!” It’s then that I remember that I’m covered in cum, and just smeared it on my face. “Eughh. Cold cum.” I shudder.
Charlie breaks out into uncontrollable giggles, and I can’t help but join in. Even covered in cold, sticky cum, there’s no where else I’d rather be.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Charlie
Moving On
One month later…
The entire drive, Kip bounces in his seat, unable to sit still for even a second.
“We’re going to have to get a car. There’s no public transit in Willowhaven.” I mention.
Kip’s eyes widen. “Not even a bus?”
I smirk. “Nope. You’re lucky you have me to chauffeur you around. And since we’ll be working at the same place, at least we can ride together.” When I glance over at Kip, I realize he’s gnawing on his lip with an anxious look on his face. Reaching over, I grab his hand. “You alright? It’s not too late to change your mind, you know? We don’t have to move here.”
Kip’s free hand lands on top of mine. “No, that’s not it at all. It’s just…well, it’s a big change. I’ve never been anywhere but the city. And I’m kind of scared.” He takes a deep breath. “But I’m sure about wanting to be here with you. It’s going to be great, honestly. I’m just nervous is all. And I’m meeting your mom. I’ve never met a partner’s parent before. Mainly because I haven’t had a partner before, but still.”
“Baby, she’s fucking dying to meet you. You have nothing to worry about.” I reassure him, squeezing his fingers in mine.
When I was a teen, all I wanted to do was move away from my small town into the big city. I couldn’t wait to get away from home. But as time went on, I realized that the city wasn’t as great as I thought itwould be. Sure, it sucks to be leaving my friends behind, but it’s only a few hours drive away. And I’ll have Kip with me, so I won’t be lonely.
Eighteen year old me would never have believed that I’d choose to move back home, not after Jeremy. But here we are, driving down main street. As we go along, I point out different spots in town. My old high school, which I definitely didn’t miss. The movie theater. The grocery store. And the empty building that we’re hoping to sign a lease on in order to open our gym.
“This doesn’t feel real.” Kip’s eyes are wide as he takes in the staples of the stereotypical small town. “It’s like from a movie or some shit.”
It’s easy to forget that Kip hasn’t seen anywhere like this before. To me, it’s basic and kind of boring, even though it’s home. But seeing it through his eyes is magical.
A few blocks off of main street is my mom’s house. We pull up along the curb, and I take it in for the first time in a couple of years. I cringe at the thought. I’ve kind of been a shitty son, not coming home in all that time. Life tends to get away from you. And even though it hurt my Mom, and me to stay away, it was easier than facing my fear of this place. But with Kip here, the fear isn’t nearly as strong.
“It’s so cute!” Kip squeals. “This is your Mom’s house? It’s like a dollhouse!”
I look from him to the slightly run-down Victorian style home. It’s light blue, with white and black accents. The paint is peeling, and the front porch has definitely seen better days. It’s my childhood home, and although it’s a little rough, my heart warms at the sight of it. There’s love in this home, and it’s special to me, and Mom.
The front door swings open, and Mom comes running down the front steps. “Charlie!” She shrieks, beaming at me.
I don’t get a chance to get around the front of the car before she meets me and crushes me in her arms.
“Hi, Mom.” I smile, squeezing her back.
She pulls back, and punches my shoulder. “You little shit. You haven’t been home in years! And now I’m finding out you’re serious with some guy and moving home with him?”
Kip pauses behind her, his expression sheepish. “I’m sorry, ma’am. If you’re not comfortable, I can go?—”
Mom whirls on him. Using her pointer finger, she pokes him in the chest. “Now don’t go putting words in my mouth. I never said I was uncomfortable with it.” Dropping her hand, she pulls Kip into a hug.
He huffs out a breath, and looks at me over her shoulder. “What is going on?” He mouths.
I just shake my head and smile.
Mom places her hands on Kip’s shoulders and takes a step back, looking him up and down. Then, she turns and gives me an impish grin. “Damn, Charlie. You pulled a hottie.”
Kip chokes and coughs.
“That I did.” I agree.
