No footsteps.
No knock.
No voice calling his name.
Still, the moment was broken.
He let out a breath and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “I hate this.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I ran my hand up and down his back as we both tried to calm down. It wasn’t that what we were doing felt wrong; it was justimpossible to relax fully when every little sound in the house made us jump and break apart.
After a minute, he slowly pushed himself up to look at me again. “We need a plan.”
“I know.” I looked up at the ceiling, then back at him. “My mom’s going to my aunt’s house on Friday.”
His brow lifted. “Overnight?”
“I think so. Apparently, my aunt’s having some kind of meltdown about her ex-husband again, so my mom’s going over there after work.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned back slightly. “So you’d have the house to yourself?”
I nodded. “What are you doing Friday night?”
“Football game, and then there’s a party I promised I wouldn’t miss,” he sighed.
I frowned. “Oh.”
“I said I promised I’d go. I didn’t say I’d stay all night.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I can leave early and come over after.”
I held his gaze, trying to play it cooler than I really was. “I mean, if you want to.”
He laughed softly. “I want to.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. Good.” I ran my fingers along the back of his neck. “Because I’m kind of over almost getting caught every five minutes.”
“Same.”
We were quiet for a second, and then his mouth curved into a grin.
“What?” I asked.
“You realize this means you just asked me over for sex.”
Heat rushed up my neck immediately because I had. “I did not.”
“You totally did.”
“I said that my mom wouldn’t be home.”
