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Chapter 30
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“Iwish JD would let me stay over and take care of him,” Amy sighs through the phone.
I have her on speaker while I look through Darren’s kitchen, the nicest kitchen I’ve ever stepped foot in, to see what I can whip up for breakfast. I’m impressed with the kitchen, but at the same time, I’m practical like my grandmother and Aunt Coretta. As long as they had the basics—fire, a working stove, pots and pans—they wouldn’t feel the need for anything more. Food doesn’t need a fancy kitchen to taste good.
“I mean, I offered several times, but he got irritated with me,” Amy continues. “We haven’t talked in over twenty-four hours.”
“He seems like the kind of guy who needs his space,” I say, “maybe more so after what happened.”
“Maybe he’s depressed? I’m depressed. I can’t focus on anything. I can’t sleep. And I have these moments of panic when I step outside the apartment.”
“I get nervous anytime I hear an unexpected noise. The doctor at the hospital said we should probably talk to a counselor or therapist over at student health.”
“Do you think they’d be able to prescribe something for the anxiety?”
“Probably. After an evaluation.”
“Okay. But I don’t want to go alone.”
“I’ll go, too.”
“My mom’s flying up. Even though I told her not to at first, I’m glad she’s going to be here.”
I’m glad, too, for Amy’s sake. I offer to set up an appointment for the both of us. After hanging up, I text Simone and Kat to have them check in on Amy.
Hearing noise from Darren’s room, I peek my head in to see if he’s awake. I find him sitting up in bed.
“Morning,” I greet, going over to him.
Even all bandaged up, he looks super-hot whenever he’s shirtless. The top half of his pajamas is what I wore to bed.
“What would you like for breakfast?” I ask.
He smiles at me. “You.”
That’s when I notice his morning wood tenting his pajama pants.
I climb onto bed. He pulls me over his lap, which I straddle before cupping his face with both hands and brushing my lips over his. He grasps the back of my neck and brings my mouth down harder. Arousal surges through my body as our tongues entwine and I feel his erection pressing against me.
Every kiss is a show of my gratitude, my desire and my affection for this man. I never thought I could have such strong feelings in so short a time.
When he finally pulls me away, I don’t want to part my lips from him. Already moist from the kissing, I’ve made a wet spot on his pants where I’ve ground myself against his cock.
“Take the shirt off and get that clit nice and swollen,” he commands.
I pull the shirt over my head. He groans as he squeezes one of my breasts. I sit back and start caressing my clit. He watches with obvious hunger, his cock bobbing a few times.
“I want you to get something out of the bedside drawer,” he says.
I reach over to the drawer and open it.
“The velvet box,” he instructs.
Retrieving it, I sit back up.
