Page 81 of Bless My Body

I’ve longed for the sexual side of Celine for so long that I still can’t believe I have it, even if it is

temporary. “But I’ll think of other things, too.”

“Orgasms I can do.” I grab her legs and pull them over the center console, spreading them as

much as possible with the space allowed. Thank God she wore a skirt because it makes this a hell of

a lot easier to get to her clit.

Shortly after I make her come again, we part ways and head home, but not before we plan to meet

again in the same spot next weekend.

I’m in a good mood my entire drive home. Not only did I get to be inside Celine again, but I don’t

have to go to my dad’s birthday with Melissa. Thank God.

I’m so relieved that Celine agreed to go with me. I really didn’t have a backup plan if she had

said no.

It surprised me that she’s worried about fitting in with my family. She definitely won’t fit in, but

that’s why I like her so much. Celine is born to stand out. She takes over a room as soon as she walks

in, but it’s not just the way she looks. Her persona and confidence radiate from her. She doesn’t care

about being perfect or making appropriate conversation. She’s a breath of fucking fresh air.

I can’t wait to walk into my parent’s house with Celine on my arm. I know she’s not technically

mine, but everyone will think she is. All of those pathetic old men in their loveless marriages will be

jealous that I’m with someone who actually has a personality and is hot as hell.

My mom will probably freak out even if I reassure her that Celine and I are just friends, but that’s

a risk I’m willing to take. She won’t cause a scene in front of a bunch of people, so there’s literally

nothing she can do about me bringing Celine.

I’m not worried about Dad. The only thing he’ll be worried about is dealing with my mom when

everyone finally leaves.

I could try to make up some story about how Celine is from some important family in South

Carolina to make them approve of her, but I don’t want to. I shouldn’t have to. Celine is who she is,

and I want her to be comfortable being herself. My family is no better than hers because we may have

more money. My parents might not believe that, but I do.

I shake those judgmental thoughts out of my head and focus back on Celine. She didn’t seem

freaked out that I asked her to meet my family. First and foremost, we’re friends. Friends meet each

other’s families all the time.