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“I actually thought there’d be more,” he says seriously, but encourages me to keep eating the huge pile he’s made on my plate.
“It’s delicious,” I tell him, suddenly hungrier with each mouthful as I watch Kyle eat.
Smiling to myself as I feel that familiar flush of heat under my robe between my legs.
Knowing what else he’s already eaten today.
“What’s so funny?” Kyle asks, feigning being upset, thinking I’m still teasing him about all this food which is almost gone already I might add.
“Just thinking about something else,” I admit, already feeling a little full, but knowing it’d be useless to try getting out of eating everything Kyle’s put in front of me.
“Something good, I hope.”
I remember the fragments of my dream one last time before it slips from my mind completely.
The rest of the night is ours, with the only thing Kyle seems to have planned is some more of what we did earlier.
Which suits me just fine for now.
“You don’t mind if we wait, for… you know?” I ask him much later, curled up in his arms.
His body is warm and safe.
His never-ending arousal reminds me of his needs, which I offer to help out with.
“I can wait,” he says in a deep voice. “But not for too long.”
Giving me a look that promises it won’t be too long before I give myself to him, as we both drift into a deep sleep.
The only dream I have now is of the two of us, picking out paint colors or looking at swatches of fabric.
No more bad dreams.
Before I start awake, I can practically hear my mom’s voice long before my phone rings.
Ugh. I totally forgot I even had a mother… another place to be other than in Kyle’s arms.
That’s what it feels like anyway.
Last night, between Kyle in the afternoon, our dinner, and then more Kyle for dessert, I’m not surprised I totally forgot to even call my mom and let her know I wasn’t coming home last night.
Kyle’s already awake, and I can see at a glance that he’s been watching me sleep.
The tell-tale big top under the sheets signaling his morning wood almost distracts me to the point of forgetting my own name.
“It’s my mom… Shoot,” I shrieks, missing her call before Kyle’s hand grabs all of my attention as well as most of my back under his touch.
“Take it easy,” he says, urging me to give him a good morning kiss before anything else, which I do.
“I haven’t slept so sound in years,” he murmurs, lingering near my face and lips, his hands sliding places that I’m not used to even thinking about at this hour of the morning.
“I gotta call her back,” I say, listening to Kyle’s grunts and little groans of pleasure as he watches me spring naked from our bed, struggling to find something to put on.
It’s a phone call Jacinta, not an audition.
I settle for pinching the sheets from the bed and wrapping them around my body, keeping my distance from Kyle with a stern look as I call my mom right back.
“Where the hell are you?” she screeches, not even bothering to say hello or ask how I am.
“I’m…” I say, looking at Kyle, suddenly realizing I haven’t got an excuse.
I have no time to make up any kind of story but it’s no biggie.
Mom is hysterical, and even if I had a tale to tell, she’d be talking right over me anyways.
“I have been worried sick, Jacinta,” she hisses through the phone.
Even Kyle can hear her. He makes a face so ludicrous I have to turn away from him so I don’t laugh down the phone.
“I’m fine mom, I really am,” I try to explain a couple of times while she relates how worried she’s been, how she didn’t sleep a wink last night.
How she’s just got off the phone with the sheriff.
“The what!” I gasp. “Mom? Why would you do that? You didn’t say I was missing or anything. Did you?” I ask, already knowing she did.
I want a hole to open up and swallow me whole with embarrassment. I can sense Kyle sitting up in the bed, realizing things have taken a turn if the town sheriff is out looking for me.
I growl at my mom, how could she do something like that. I’m old enough to be out on my own.
“I want you home right this minute, young lady,” she snaps back, ignoring what I’ve said, telling me she won’t hear another word about it.
“I’ll talk to you when I can get off work, but I’m gonna make sure Sheriff Beauford sees you at home. It’s where you belong now Jacinta. Not… doing whatever it is you’ve been up to.”
And there it is.
In a single phone call, my mom has somehow managed to knock all the wind out of my sails.
