14
"I think we just got in trouble,” Beau stage whispers, “and it was hot." I turn to glare at him.
Brian nods his head slowly and answers, "Yup."
Beau picks up both of our dishes, "Is it wrong to ask you and those guys to leave, so I can do something about it?"
Brian shakes his head just as slowly as before, "Not gonna happen."
"I had to at least try," Beau jokes.
The security guys finish around eight. Before they leave I'm given a complete rundown of how the new cameras will integrate with my existing security system. I'll be able to view any of the cameras at anytime with a secure site from any three devices. At Brian’s request, I also have a small screen near the intercom to scan the cameras outside.
Brian leaves not long after. We spend a little time going over some of the information I'd already given Beau, regarding my step-dad, Darryl. Brian promises to dig a little deeper into Darryl’s past and get back to me with any new information by tomorrow.
Beau and I haven't discussed it, but it seems like he's staying over. It is exciting and a little scary because other than our nap, I've never slept with anyone.
I can barely keep my eyes open, so I finally just ask what his plans are.
"Not to be lame, but I'm whooped. Brian mentioned you might be staying here, or should I call you a cab?"
"No, I'm staying. If that's okay with you."
"Okay, yeah that's fine. Do you need anything from home or---" I don't want to ask if he needs something to sleep in. It sounds too motherly and weird, right? But what about a toothbrush? I mean he could use mine, or I might have an extra. It'll probably be pink, but something's better than nothing right? "I think I have an extra toothbrush," I offer suddenly, before he responds. I stand up to go get it.
"That'd be good. I didn't bring anything. I didn't want to jinx my chances." He grins as he follows me to the bathroom.
I don't know how, but he makes every room shrink to half its previous size. My somewhat large bathroom feels tiny with him in it. I check through a small cabinet and find an extra brush that's purple, but it promises to whiten, so it'll have to do.
"Toothpaste is here,” I slide a drawer open, showing him. “Towels are here,” I gesture to the linen closet, “if you need one, and I think that's it. I'll just give you a few minutes." I back out of the room and close the door.
I smack myself as I walk toward my bed. The toothpaste is in the same drawer as my birth control, so he'll probably see the refill box. Along with panty lines and every other feminine hygiene product I own.
Beau walks out of the bathroom in a pair of tight gray boxer briefs. I was wondering if he always went commando. I think I'm disappointed, but then again, he looks mighty fine in those shorts.
"Sammy," I look up at Beau's grinning face.
Knowing I've been caught so I shrug, "I'd say sorry, but it'd be a lie." He throws his head back and laughs.
I dash to the bathroom and take care of my night-time rituals. I nearly smack myself again, when I realize I have nothing, but a few dirty clothes in my laundry basket. I guess I will join him sporting only underwear to bed. I keep my tee shirt and panties on. I lose the bra though. No way can I sleep in underwire. I pull the shirt down while looking in the mirror. It covers my front well enough, but my bottom is another story.
Good lord, he's already seen everything anyway. I give myself a little pep talk, just get out there before he sends in reinforcements. What if he wants to have sex? Do I want to? Should I shower? I didn't shower before he went down on me, and he was like right there soooo. I think I'm okay?
I turn the light out and walk out. It’s dark and quiet so I figure he's already asleep. I tiptoe to my side of the bed and pull back the covers, sitting down. Beau is already laying there, so I end up sitting on his arm. I jump up giggling at the hilarity of my situation. It quickly turns to belly laughs.
I was so nervous, but now thankfully the tension is gone. I can relax after the laughing fit I have. Beau doesn't say anything about my fit. My eyes adjust to the dark enough that I can see him fine. He is in fact still awake, which means he had seen me walk over and didn't even move.
He smiles watching me.
He murmurs,"I like the way you laugh, so real and unrestrained."
I clear my throat, "You're on my side"
"Well get in," he says after moving over an inch or two.
"I won't fit there," I huff, hating that I have to explain.
He growls, "Get in bed Samantha."
