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I feel good for helping him out too, and if he’d asked me sooner, it would’ve been such an easy fix.
The thought of May actually working for change makes me mad.
And unless she wants to, she doesn’t have to work again. I’m gonna take real good care of her, in and outside of the bedroom.
Every single day and night from now on.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
May
My dad checks in on me before he heads to his bed.
He used to tuck me in when I was little, but since growing up, he usually waits till I’m asleep and just puts his head around the door.
Making sure I’m safe, I guess, which is nice.
But tonight, my heart’s still racing, and my whole body aches to feel safe in Brandon’s arms instead of in my dad’s house.
How are we even gonna do this?
Just ‘being neighbors.’
I mean, I couldn’t think straight being around Brandon before, and now all I wanna do is have him on top of me.
And so it goes around in my brain until I’m so wound up thinking about him that’s all I have in mind. I still feel the hot hunger for his cock between my stubby little virgin legs.
There’s no way I can sleep…not until after Brandon’s claimed me, and I’m in his arms.
Tossing and turning most of the night, it’s not until dawn I realize that if I’m on my left side, I think of Brandon.
And if I’m on my right side, I worry about dad.
On my back doesn’t work for me, it never has. So when it’s light enough to see morning, I reach for my phone out of habit.
Figuring I might as well just be awake and try my best to start my day as usual.
I always put my phone by my bed, and not feeling it there when I reach down this morning, it clicks.
It gives me a stab of sheer panic, but it clicks.
I must’ve left it at Brandon’s.
Hearing my dad up and about early, too, I figure I’ll just play it safe until he goes to work, then maybe go see Brandon about my phone.
It’s the perfect excuse for visiting him first thing.
And maybe seeing him about just one other little item of business...
My virginity.
If I was unsure about rushing into things yesterday, a sleepless night and the pleasant ache I still have down there are enough to convince me that I don’t just want it.
Ineedthat man inside me, putting a baby in me and lifting me out of the life of boredom I know I’ll be doomed to if I stay here.
Could I live next door with Brandon, though?
I mean, even if dad’s okay with us, which I just know he won’t be. How weird is it gonna be being so close?
