I’m up and out of the room before he can change his mind. I don’t even bring the rest of my soup. I can get a snack later when he’s nowhere near the kitchen.
Despite the slight chill down my spine from fear of her father, I’m kind of soaring with the realization that I get to share a bed with Anya tonight.
And I know just what I want to do to her hot little body as a thank you.
“Rory texted me this morning,” Anya tells me, popping a chocolate-covered blueberry into her mouth. “She got out of the program today. She’s moving to Washington to live with her cousin.”
Anya has been keeping in contact with her friend since leaving, writing her a couple of letters and sending emails too. She hasn’t spoken about it much with me though, I think more for Rory’s privacy than anything else.
“Yeah?” I ask, picking up a bit of fruit from our shared bowl for myself. “How are you feeling about that? I know you were thinking about meeting up with her in the future.”
Anya looks at me and giggles. “You sound just like Tiffany.”
I laugh at the sound of her amusement and she giggles some more.
We’re in her bedroom instead of the living room, sitting on her bed whileSupernaturalplays on her flatscreen. Instead of popcorn, Anya wanted a mixture of chocolate-covered bits of frozen fruit. I can’t say that I’m not enjoying the choice.
We decided to spend time in her room rather than downstairs. We’re hoping that staying out of her father’s line of sight will keep him calm. But disappearing into her bedroom for most of the night can’t be helping his blood pressure. Either way, I’m with my girl, so I can’t complain.
“I feel okay about it though, she wants to get out of California, and I never want to leave. We’ll probably keep in touch, but I don’t think she’s my person. I’ll make more friends eventually.”
“Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, baby.”
Her smile shines and I swoop in to kiss it.
She sighs happily and pecks me back.
Only a few minutes of watching TV pass until she speaks up again.
“Do you want to see me naked?”
My eyes widen and I almost don’t believe my ears. “Are you trying to make me choke on my tongue today?”
“Well?” she asks, wearing the closest thing to a smirk I’ve ever seen on her lips. “Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
I don’t know what else to say. I think she may have knocked the charm and wit right out of me with one simple question.
“I want to show you myself, and I want you to touch me,” she says, licking her lips to wet them. “I don’t think I want to have sex yet. But I want you to see my scars and my…” Anya trails off like she can’t find the right words.
“Pussy? Ass? Tits?”
Her eyes widen at the crass words but her cheeks flush as well.
“Well, yes.”
“You know, I was already thinking about giving you something for having this brilliant idea and for being so brave in asking for it.” I pick up the bowl of treats in between us and move it to her bedside table. “You being naked for it would only make it better for both of us.”
Her pretty pale blue eyes go lidded at my suggestion. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that I want to put my tongue between your pretty thighs and lick you until you come all over my face.”
Anya gasps almost silently. “You want to do that?”
I groan, pressing my face into the corner of her neck. She smells fucking perfect like she always does. “So fucking badly, baby. But only if you do.”
“I do,” she rasps, already squirming in the bed as she presses her thighs together. “But I need to get up and get undressed before I lose my nerve. Do you promise you won’t pity me? Or get scared off?”
