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CHAPTER2
ROSE
Opening my eyes in Liz's house is nothing new.
I’ve spent I don't know how many nights sleeping over. A hundred, maybe, or two hundred. I've done this before.
But I wasn't in this room. That's one explanation for why my heart is ready to jump out of my chest when I realize I'm in an unfamiliar place.
The other is the thought of what wasn't sticking out from under the bed anymore when I came up here last night, after dinner and cleanup and sitting down together for a movie.
Liz never came in here. The only person in this room after we went down to the kitchen was Nolan. And when I came up to bed, the panties were gone.
He took them. I know he did. I told myself it was stupid to leave them there, like I was tempting him for no reason.
I guess I had to prove it to myself, either way. Whether they were here or gone, I would know where it left me with him. How he feels.
Now I know, and I'm surprised I got any sleep at all last night.
Maybe it's a good thing I have something to feel happy about right now, because otherwise I'd probably do nothing but lie around and cry all day. Not that Grandpa died out of nowhere—his health wasn't good for months, but I still kept hoping he'd pull through. I guess I didn't want to think past losing him. That would mean figuring a lot of other things out.
But here I am, and the house is in my name according to the will he left behind. I couldn't live there all alone. I would lose it if I had to spend every day around all those memories, not to mention going to sleep alone every night with the old floorboards creaking and settling.
It would be better if I sell the place real quick and get an apartment on my own. That, I could handle, and it would mean not being tortured by Nolan.
I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t know when it started. I think it was his sense of humor that first got my attention. He's always made me laugh, yet not in that corny way some dads do. He never treated me like a stupid kid, either.
When he asked questions after he picked us up from a dance or a party, he always listened. Even now, I know if I ever had a problem, I could go to him, and he wouldn't judge me. I didn't always feel that way about my grandfather, who was too old-school to understand a lot of things.
All that aside, though, it's not like I only want him because he’s funny and kind. Just the thought of his big, strong body makes me bite my lip as I roll onto my side, wrapped in a cocoon of sweet-smelling blankets.
I slide a hand over my thigh and imagine it's his, only it would have to cover a lot more skin if that was true.
I almost forgot what I was doing more than once yesterday. I couldn't take my eyes off the way those big hands managed the boxes and the bed frame like they didn't weigh anything. It must be a sickness or something, the way I couldn't help but imagine how he would handle me.
As usual, the picture in my head of Nolan running his giant hands over my much smaller body gets me wet.
And I get even wetter when I think about the panties again.
All this time, I figured it was just me. I told myself he only saw me as a kid, even as I got older and started catching the little looks he'd give me when he thought I didn't notice. I'd bend over to pick something up, and he’d look away real fast when I stood, or I’d sit down across from him like I did at dinner last night, and he'd stare at my boobs. I don't even think he knows he's doing it sometimes since he acts all surprised before he looks away.
I figured it didn't mean any more than that. It's not like men have never looked at me that way. But he's the only one I wanted to look at me that way, that's the thing.
So now I'm supposed to live here, seeing him every day, and know the whole time that he took my panties.
What was I thinking when saying yes when he offered to let me stay with them? All that mattered was the idea of being near him.
Now I'm going to have to try harder than ever not to flirt or come too close to him. To touch him the way I fantasize about. Now, it's not just what I want. He wants it, too, and the idea of teasing him when I know he's interested.
I can't let it go too far, that's all. I don't want to hurt Liz, and I know it would. She would be too weirded out. She might even feel like I betrayed her if she ever knew I was trying to seduce her father.
So I guess I'm going to have to hang around with a wet pussy and hard nipples until I'm able to sell the house and get a place of my own.
I have no idea how long that will take.
Maybe I shouldn't have come, even if it would’ve been weird to be alone at the house. It would still be safer than facing him and having to pretend my heart doesn't skip a beat every time he walks into a room.
There's not a sound in the house but my breathing. I'm the only one here since both Nolan and Liz are at work. She's only working the morning shift at the coffee shop, though, so she'll be home by lunchtime.
