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“Sometimes I go, but I’m not sure after last night. We sinned. A lot.”
“Yeah, we did.” He winks at me as he hands me my underwear. “I like these.”
I smirk as I pull my underwear on, slightly self-conscious I’m naked in front of Jackson, although he saw all of me last night. We didn’t talk about what we are, or what this meant for our relationship, and I’m too nervous to bring it up. Are we dating? Fuck buddies? Is he my boyfriend? We’ve already skipped lots of the necessary, getting-to-know-you steps.
Better to focus on getting Papa to church. Might be a good idea for me to go after all the pre-marital sex I had last night. Potentially burning in hell was sure worth it for last night, though. I’m sure God would make an exception.
There’s a knock at Jackson’s door as I pull my sweater over my head. We both freeze, and Jackson’s eyebrows collapse into each other.
“Who’s at the door?” I whisper.
“I don’t know. I’m not expecting anyone.”
“Should I hide?” I ask.
“No, that’s not necessary,” Jackson says, holding out a hand. He walks to his door, looks out the peephole, and then looks at me. “It’s my sister.”
I pull on my jeans so violently I almost fall over. I pull my hair that looks too much like a rat’s nest to a low ponytail and wipe off the smudges from underneath my eyes.
Jackson opens the door, and I make sure I’m out of view.
“You weren’t answering your phone, and you know when that happens I need to check on you,” Emily says.
“Hi, Uncle Jackson,” Olive says. “Mom was worried.”
Oh my God. A child is going to catch us.
“We want to know if you want to go to Moe’s Diner for brunch,” Olive asks. “Mom said I can get strawberry waffles.”
“Those are really good,” Jackson says. “Give me a sec.”
He closes the door and walks over to me. “Do you want to come? After you drop off your grandpa?”
I bite my lip. Having an early meal with my lover (is he my lover if we had sex one night, even if it was multiple times?) is a good sign, but explaining to a child why I’m at Uncle Jackson’s apartment in the morning might be more than I’m willing to do.
“I would love to, but I should really go with my grandpa,” I say.
“Okay, I’m going to go then.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “I had a great time last night.”
This is not a brush-off. He’s just talking. You didn’t screw it all up. The sex was great. You were there.
“Me too,” I say. Great time didn’t even begin to cover it. I had strong orgasm after strong orgasm. There were several points where I levitated off the bed in pleasure. We didn’t stop after the first time; we kept going until two a.m., and I lost count of how many condoms we used.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, cradling me in his arms. He brushes my hair from my face and kisses me gently. He whispers, “I don’t care if Emily knows you spent the night.”
“I do,” I say. “Just leave the door unlocked so I can sneak out.”
“You don’t have to sneak out. I’m not hiding you.”
“It’s okay. I just can’t handle questions right now.”
“Okay,” he says, kissing me one last, breathless time. “I’ll call you.”
He opens the door and looks back one last time before closing the door behind him.
Outside, I hear Emily say, “Is that Shiloh’s car?” as the steps on his stairwell grow fainter and fainter. Pulling back the curtain, I look out as I see them get into Emily’s SUV, backing out from the mini-gravel parking lot in front of the garage.
I’m sore and tired, but euphoric as I leave his apartment and walk down the stairs.
