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I licked my lips as I tore my eyes away from her legs to focus on her face.
“I left my phone here somewhere, I think,” I admitted.
I hadn’t.
My phone was back home in my dirty jeans pocket.
But she didn’t need to know that. Nor did she need to know that I’d only wanted to see her again.
Hell, I was still running a low-grade fever, and I really should be back at home in my bed where I belonged.
Yet, there I was, lying to her, standing on her front porch.
“Oh, no,” she said as she opened the door wide. “I haven’t seen it. But I also haven’t been looking for it. Let me go check the bed.”
She went into the room and bent over the side of the bed closest to the wall, and I got my first good idea of what she’d look like if she were bent over while I fucked her from behind.
Needless to say, when she turned around, it wasn’t a very pleasant look on my face.
I was sure it was closer to feral than pleasant.
“Oh,” she said when she found me so close behind her. “Are you okay?”
No, I wasn’t okay.
Far from okay, actually.
“Umm,” I hesitated. “Yeah. My fever’s much more manageable. I’m about ninety-nine percent positive that I have or had the flu. I’m feeling much better today, actually.”
“I don’t doubt it for a second,” she replied huskily “And you probably still have the flu. If I’m not infected with it by the end of the week, it’ll be a miracle.”
I winced. “I never meant to stay here.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I was getting at, to be honest. What I was getting at was that you were in my space. Which is quite small, and I didn’t send you back home when I probably should have.”
“Probably should have?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”
I didn’t want to be alone, either.
“Do you want something to eat?” she asked quietly.
I was not about to say no to her.
“Sure.” I paused. “As long as it’s light. My fever’s down and all… but I’m not trusting it completely just yet.”
Meaning, I didn’t want to eat a lot, then have my temperature go up, then puke up everything I’d just eaten.
“I have some crockpot chicken noodle soup on,” she said. “I just put it on, but I can heat it up in a pan just as easily.”
“You cook for yourself?” I asked as I followed her into the small kitchen.
The place that she stayed in was about a quarter of the size of our places.
“I do,” she confirmed. “I cook for myself and then eat on what I cook for about a week. Sometimes I just throw it away if I don’t think I’ll eat it more than once, though.”
“If you ever want to drop some off at my door,” I teased as I leaned my hips against the counter. “It won’t be unwanted.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, and I had to practically drag my eyes away from her ass to meet her gaze.
“I’ll think about it,” she said softly. “Is your tarp holding up okay?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, drawing her attention.
“It is,” I confirmed. “Luckily it’s not supposed to rain for another couple of days. The man that came by after I got home said that they were going to come and fix the wall and the roof’s support this week sometime. Then, once they get the drywall in place and the plyboard, they’ll call some roofers.”
She nodded. “That’s what they told me, too. My mom’s dealing with that all, though. I was never really supposed to be doing as much as I’m doing with Cop Row. I honestly was supposed to be living in one of the duplexes, but the damn place filled up so fast that I was relegated to the doghouse, so to speak.”
I looked around at the place she was staying. “What was it supposed to be?”
She shrugged. “Honestly? I have no fuckin’ clue. I’m not sure if they just had extra materials and space, and they just thought, ‘hey, I’ll just throw a tiny house in between these duplexes’ or what, but it worked out for me. The place is protected like a motherfucker. Cops everywhere.”
She batted her eyelashes at me, causing me to laugh.
Five minutes later, she was handing me a bowl of soup and some more medicine.
“I know you said that your temp was down, but just in case,” she said as she dropped the pills in my hand.
I popped them into my mouth, swallowing them dry.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as her eyes took in the muscles of my throat working.
I felt my cock stiffen behind my sweatpants, and I crossed my legs to hopefully keep it somewhat contained.
