“I’m trying not to get cum on anything. And I see you looking at my dick, Amelia.”
Her eyes flick back to mine. “It looked at me first.” She grabs a towel off the rack, wraps my underwear up in it, and steps around me as I pull my jeans back up. “I haven’t forgiven you, by the way.”
“But you don’t hate me.”
She turns and glares at me, but doesn’t deny my claim. Then she opens the door and checks to see if the hallway is clear before slipping out of the bathroom.
Maybe I have a chance of fixing this after all.
Chapter 28
That was...unexpected
Amelia
Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!
I just let Alex finger me in the bathroom while everyone was downstairs, my mouth tastes like me, there’s boxers covered in cum hidden in my laundry hamper, and I ampanicking.
Mom’s putting marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars onto a big platter when I walk into the kitchen. “I’ve got the kids all out by the fire pit for s’mores. If you see your dad, send him out back. I could use some help, but I’m benching you for the night because you did more than your fair share today.” She doesn’t wait for an answer before walking out the back door.
Breathing a sigh of relief that I don’t have to interact with another human quite yet, I step out into the garage to grab a soda from the drink fridge and yelp when I see Dad, Alex, and Bean.
“Are you okay?” Bean asks.
“Yep.” It comes out as a squeak. I clear my throat and try again. “I’m fine. Dad, Mom’s on s’more duty and requesting your help.”
“That’s my cue then. If anyone else wants a s’more, you know where to get them.” He grins and heads out to the backyard.
“Why the hell are you out here where it’s a million degrees?” I ask Bean. “It’s worse than actually being outside.”
She holds up a joint. “Because your mom doesn’t let us smoke in the house anymore.”
I laugh as she lights it and takes a hit. “She neverletus. We just did it when she wasn’t home.”
“That’s basically the same thing.”
“It is not.” I shake my head.
She looks at Alex.
“It’s really not, kiddo.”
“I mean, it’s close.” She shrugs and takes another hit.
“You’re going to be talking to your shoes again by the end of the night,” I tell her. She and Alex are going back to Portland to meet a few of his business associates later tonight.
A wide grin crosses her face. “That’s why I’m gonna wear cute shoes.”
“Well, at least you won’t be here, I can enjoy some peace and quiet.”
She throws an old fishing bobber at me. “It’s never quiet around here. Anyway, we’re going to leave soon.” She turns to Alex. “Dad, will you go grab me a s’more, and I’ll meet you out back in a minute?”
“Sure.” As he passes me on his way out the back door, his lips raise in a slight smirk that I want to slap right off his smug face. I narrow my eyes and force myself not to scowl.
Once he’s gone, I look over at my best friend, knowing she wants to talk about something and find her looking at me curiously.
“You okay, Bean?”
