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“Promise you’ll let me decide when you’re ready to go out on your own.”
I nod. Part of the reason I’m doing this is to spend more time with Way, so I have no problem agreeing to that.
“Good.” He gives me a satisfied smile, then opens his passenger door. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
I climb in because, well, more time with Way is more time with Way. When he pulls up to the little house, I smile. “You still have this house?”
“Why would I sell my grandmother’s house?”
“I don’t know. I guess I pictured you in some fancy condo overlooking Hale’iwa beach or something.”
He turns the car off, then shakes his head. “I don’t plan to sell Tutu’s house. I did make some upgrades though.”
“I can tell.”
The last time I came here was the summer before Way and Mom got divorced. It was clean but dated. Now, there’s a nice white picket fence encircling the property. The house is a happy yellow instead of a dingy green, but the landscaping is just as beautiful as it was then. Way’s grandmother loved caring for her garden.
As I follow Way into the house, I see a lot has changed inside as well. The hardwood floors have been refinished and the linoleum has been replaced with tile. The kitchen looks brand new and I imagine he’s updated the bathrooms and bedrooms as well. I try not to think too hard about Way’s bedroom.
“How can I help?” I ask when he starts pulling food out of the fridge.
“Do you want to take a shower to warm up and wash off the sea water?”
I nod, and pinch my lips shut to hold back the words that dance on the tip of my tongue, only if you join me.
He points me to the guest bathroom, which is tiny but has a decent size standing shower. I peel off my wet suit and step into the shower. I laugh when I see he has those mini hotel bottles of shampoo and conditioner in the shower. I bet he took them from the hotel where he works.
It’s not until I’m drying myself with one of his fluffy towels that I realize that I only have a swimsuit to change back into, a swimsuit that’s in a drenched ball in the bathroom sink.
I wrap the towel around myself and crack the door open. “Way?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I borrow some clothes?”
“Sure. Help yourself. My hands are covered in bacon grease.”
I step out of the bathroom and tiptoe down the hall to where I know the master bedroom is located. I move first to the dresser, pulling open drawers to look for something to at least cover myself.
The first drawer I open is filled with socks. The second is filled with boxer briefs. For some reason, this makes me pause. Maybe it’s because I picture Way walking through the room from the master bathroom naked as he seeks out a pair of fresh underwear.
I shake off that thought, but it’s too late. My body reacts, my nipples contract and my pulse beats between my legs. I reach out and touch the soft worn material, the same cloth that’s cupped his cock.
“Nita?”
I pull my hand back as if his underwear burned me. The sharp movement releases the corner of the towel that was tucked between my breasts and it falls to the floor with a wet thump.
ChapterFive
Way
Holy fucking shit.
There I was, out in the kitchen, trying my hardest not to imagine Nita naked in the shower. Trying not to picture her soaping up all her curves to wash off the saltwater. Since she left the door open, I figured it was safe to come in and show her where I had some drawstring shorts.
Then her towel hit the floor. Her naked form is burned in my memory. Her nipples are a deep mauve, much like her lips. And just as I suspected, her pussy is bare.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she pulls out a pair of my boxers from the drawer and covers herself with them.
