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I smile at his words. He leans forward, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, before jumping out the window.
As soon as he’s gone, I miss him. Which is stupid since he was only here for a few hours. It just felt like it was longer.
I’m more than a little disappointed that he didn’t ask to see me again at any point when we were making out or recovering. Maybe he would have if he hadn’t been in such a hurry. Besides, he has my number from when we had lunch the other day.
Not that I’ll hold my breath, waiting for him to call about the nonprofit job or to ask to see me again. I’m the one who said “just for tonight” like an idiot. How was I supposed to know the sex would be so good with him that I would want more?
I quickly close the window and lock it. I leave my bedside lamp on, climbing into bed with a book in case someone stops by my room. By now, they may have seen the light on, so I can’t pretend I’m asleep.
“Lyla?” my grandma’s voice calls softly right before my bedroom door opens.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still awake?” Grandma Perry asks before she finally steps into view in her now wrinkled dark green dress. When she gasps atthe sight of me, I panic for a second, worried that she just looked at me and was able to tell that I had a man in my room tonight. Why I care, I’m not sure. Most girls lose their virginity in high school. As long as I’m living at home, though, I’m going to continue to feel like a child.
“What happened to your face?”
Oh, right. That.
“I fell. Twisted my ankle on the damn rocks in the fairground parking lot. It’s nothing.”
“What about your ankle? Is it swollen? Do we need to take you for X-rays?” she asks, ripping the covers off my legs before I can stop her.
“Oh, it’s fine. It was more like the heel of my shoe shifted. You know how it is on rocks.”
Giving up on the ankle, she looks at my scraped face and bandage again. “Did you hit your head?”
“No. Just a few scrapes. I’m fine.”
What else can I tell her? That I thought some random creep was after me?
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” she says. She sweeps a strand of the bright red hair behind my shoulder. “I was wondering why you left so early and without saying goodbye.”
“I was tired and didn’t have my glasses. Maybe that’s why I lost my balance.”
“Right. Well, try to get some sleep.”
“You too. It’s been a big day. You must be exhausted.”
“Oh, I am,” she agrees with a smile. “But everything turned out so nice for Laurel. Fingers crossed this marriage lasts longer than the first one,” she says as she raises her twisted fingers in the air.
“Fingers crossed.”
What would she say if I told her I just had sex with my sister’s first husband?
Barrett
Guilty feelings thoroughly beaten down, I’m like a brand-new man as I gather up my discarded shirt and cut from the yard and put them both back on.
God, I missed sex.
It’s better than I remember.
Or maybe it’s just better with Lyla.
My good mood is only slightly spoiled at the reminder that she’s the sister of the only other woman I’ve ever had sex with.
I should feel guiltier about that, but it’s impossible right this second.
