I give her a slow, lazy grin. Maybe we’ll just never make it to a bed. I’d be quite all right with that. Something that was long dead inside me is lighting up again, but part of me wonders if I just fucked up. Holly has made it clear she doesn’t like kids. She might have a soft spot for Jane, but teaching her twice a week is different than being a significant person in her life.
“I have to admit there’s a certain satisfaction from knowing you screwed my brains out on my grandmother’s desk.”
I cringe at the thought of her grandmother.
“Don’t worry,” she says, patting my chest. “I’m sure we were the first people to defile it. She bought it especially for the show.”
“I guess that makes me feel somewhat better.” I draw a breath. “I want to keep doing this—”
“I think you made that clear.”
“I’d like to see where it goes. I don’t plan on seeing anyone else.”
She hesitates, then says, “Same. On both counts.”
Relief radiates through me, but I have one more thing to say. “I think we should keep it to ourselves for now.”
She stiffens slightly but doesn’t pull away.
“It’s just…Jane. We need to be careful with her. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
Her brow furrows. “Yeah. Of course.”
“I’ve never brought another woman into our lives. I just…” I’m not sure how to finish that sentence.I’m afraid you’ll break both of our hearts so it's better to save Jane’s and just have you break mine?
“It’s no big deal, Cole,” she says insistently. “Trust me, I wish my mother had waited awhile before she brought around the guys she was banging.”
She sounds like she understands, but I can’t help worrying that I just screwed up everything.
