“For what?”
“For being you, for letting us love you and loving us back.”
Her mouth opens like she wants to say something, but a puff of air comes out instead. Her eyes get all glassy like she wants to cry, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her head into my chest while I relax against the pillows.
“What time do we need to leave? I could use a nap,” I say loud enough so Memphis will know I’m speaking to him.
“Probably seven, seven-thirty if we want a decent table, since it’s the weekend.” He comes out and rifles around in his bag for a pair of boxers.
“You can bring one of the other dressers in here. Sorry I have a lot of clothes,” Waylynn offers as an explanation as to why we can’t share the dressers already in the room.
Memphis doesn’t miss a beat. “I don’t want to clutter up your room. Do you mind if we use the closet next door?” It still blows my mind that we’re living here, like for real.
“Anything you want,” she agrees. “Have you eaten yet?” She tilts her head back, looking at me.
“No, are you going to feed me?” I’m ridiculously excited at the prospect.
“Sure, what would you like?”
“Not a fair question when you’re lying here naked, but…I’ll go with my second pick and say anything you’re willing to make me.”
Waylynn clicks her tongue like she doesn’t think my first choice would be her. “I can order you anything you want, or I can make you a sub. I got mustard.”
“You remembered.” I tousle her slightly messy hair. “I’ll take the sub.” Not only does that mean I can eat sooner, but knowing she made it for me makes it even sweeter.
“Okay.” Waylynn slips from the bed and rushes to the bathroom. I watch her ass the entire time, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Once the door is almost closed, I toss back the covers and reveal the stain on the bed. I’m a little freaked out. He made her bleed. I wonder if Memphis panicked like he did last time she got hurt.
“Bro!” I hiss and point needlessly.
Memphis, now dressed, comes over and casually puts the blankets back. “I’ll change them when she goes downstairs,” he says in a hushed tone. He doesn’t seem freaked out at all.
“Did she cry?” I’m a glutton for punishment.
“No.” He scrubs his hand over his face.
He looks like a mess. “Give me something.” I peek at the bathroom door to make sure she’s not going to come out too soon.
“It was addicting. How’s that?” Memphis confesses in a self-deprecating way. “I was already thinking about the next time I could get inside her before we were even done.”
“That good?”
“Better. Good isn’t even close.” He shakes his head, giving me a serious stare.
“Do you think it’s because you like,loveher?” I feel weird asking this question, but I need to know. How can it be so different?
Memphis licks his lips, stalling. “Yeah, and I didn’t wear a condom.”
“What?” I shout. Before the single syllable is fully out of my mouth, he’s on me, shoving me toward the door to the hallway. “What?” I ask again much softer, but still with the same amount of outrage.
“She’s on birth control,” he hisses when we’re out of the room.
“You always said that doesn’t matter, to always wear a condom,” I accuse, shoving his shoulder back.
“That was before her.”
“What if something happens or she missed a pill or something?” I’m a little freaked out. He simply shrugs, giving me a bored expression. Holy hell. “You want a kid all of a sudden?” I’m back to whispering.
