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I shrug. “I don’t actually care. I slept without you, but I’m not showering without you.” I drop my clothes on his bed, and walk into his en-suite bathroom, turning the shower on. I strip myself of his shirt, and step under the hot spray, thinking about our late-night dalliance. How hot it made me to be doing something we kind of shouldn’t. I feel rather than hear him come in, he slips into the shower behind me, and wraps his arms around my waist. Kissing my shoulder, my neck.
“We have an hour before my parents wake up,” I tell him, looking at him from over my shoulder. I twist to face him. He squeezes my butt, pressing me into his hard body. I slide my hands over his arms, squeezing his biceps, licking my lips. He seals his mouth over mine and I’m lost in him. He dominates my body and I give in because it pleases him. And pleasing him pleases me. After some play time in the shower, I leave him, and get changed, meeting Mom in the kitchen when I’m done. She’s dressed, make-up done, humming a happy tune.
While we make breakfast, she keeps throwing furtive glances my way, and probably thinks I don’t notice. But I do. I face her, holding the spatula in my hand. “Something on your mind, Mom?”
She looks to make sure Dad isn’t nearby before stepping closer and give me a telling smirk. “And?” She asks. “How was it?”
My brows furrow, and for a moment, I have no clue what she’s talking about. Until she wriggles her brows. Oh God. My cheeks heat, a warm flush taking over my face. “Mom!”
“I know what it's like,” she giggles. “Your father and I were young once, too.”
I bite my lip. Mom and I never spoke about my sex life with Brantley. I was too ashamed to admit it was not only lackluster, but also one-sided. Now though, I find myself wanting to talk to Mom about my experience with Aiden.
“It’salwaysso intense,” I whisper-hiss, in case my dad is close by. “Is that normal? To wantit all the time?”
Mom gives me cheeky, if not an all-knowing smirk. “If you don’t want him all the time, he’s doing it wrong.” She bumps her shoulder to mine, laughing under her breath just as Aiden walks into the kitchen. Luther’s hot on his heels and the sight makes me bark out a laugh. She shoots me a look, and goes back to cooking the eggs, and frying the bacon.
“Good morning, Aiden,” Mom chirps happily while Aiden pours himself a hot mug of coffee. “Sleep well?”
He chokes on his coffee, and I laugh outright when it comes out his nose. His cheeks go ruddy, and he tries to hide his embarrassment, but inevitably fails.
“Adaline,” he greets politely, wiping his mouth. His eyes are fixed to my back, I can feel the heat of his gaze between my shoulder blades. “Like a baby,” he replies.
“I hope the bed is comfortable,” she replies, taking the bread from the toaster, and turning to face him. “Though Luna’s is the better of the two.”
I throw my head back, and snort, my sides starting to ache. “Mom,” I wheeze. “Stop. Before Dad gets here.”
“What about Dad?” Dad steps into the kitchen just as Mom and I both say, “Nothing!” He narrows his eyes, his gaze flicking between me and Aiden. My own blush deepens. Dad grunts and walks over to the coffee machine.
“Hope you two are being safe,” he mutters, slapping Aiden on the shoulder. He chokes on another sip of coffee, and Mom breaks into a fit of giggles beside me. Most. Embracing. Morning. After. Ever.
“Dad,” I chastise.
“What?” He shrugs. “If he wants to eat the cookie under this roof, you’d better be doing it with protection.”
“They’re adults, Leslie,” Mom says lightly. “And I want grandchildren.”
“Oh my God,” I mutter, covering my face with both hands. Dad snickers, and Mom laughs. Aiden looks as though he wants the Earth to open up and swallow him, and I’m dying from mortification.
I peek through my fingers and find Dad smiling around the rim of his mug, and Mom stretching onto the balls of her feet to kiss him on the cheek. “You snuck into my bedroom many times, sweetheart. Don’t you remember?”
He turns his head, grinning at my mom. Mortification aside — of which there is plenty — I hope Aiden and I still look at each other that way when we’re my parents’ age. “I’m just giving them a hard time,” he tells her, defending himself. “But yes,” he gives her a chaste kiss, “Idoremember.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Okay, you two have had your fun at our expense.” I grab the spatula, and wave it between my parents. “Stop.” I narrow my eyes playfully, and to my dad I say, “And this whole separate bedroom thing is bullshit, Daddy. I’ve been living with Aiden for months.”
Dad hums, and I catch the glint in his eye. But he doesn’t say anything. Aiden, on the other hand, is trying to hide behind his coffee mug. My poor man. I’ve never, in all the months I’ve known him, seen him so embarrassed.
“Well then,” Mom pipes up, stepping away from Dad, “Shall we eat?”
I narrow my eyes at Mom too, and she raises her brows at me. “It was your father’s idea, Luna. Don’t look at me.”
“Whose side are you on?” I huff, even more amused. Mom chuckles and goes about setting the kitchen counter. “Your side, sweetheart. Always.” She winks at me, and I give up. Aiden slides into a barstool, and I dish up for us both before joining him. Mom and Dad whisper amongst themselves, and I nudge Aiden’s shoulder. “Relax, will you?”
He shoots me a look, and I give him a smile. “They know we…” his cheeks redden, and I press my chin on his shoulder. “They do, but at least tonight we can share a bed.” He grunts unhappily, and I rub his back.
“So,” Dad settles across from us, “What are our plans for the day?” Mom sits beside him and digs into her food.
“Mom and I need to plan Christmas dinner,” I reply after swallowing a delicious helping of butter scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. Aiden is quiet next to me. “And Daddy wants to go find a Christmas tree.”
