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The flight attendant hands me a glass of Balvenie fifty-year old whiskey and I take a sip of the warm liquid as we fly over the ocean, making our way back to my grandfather’s estate.
When I return home, the house is quiet and still with everyone sleeping. I creep past Clementine’s doorway, and think about knocking to let her know I’m home. I even put my hand up to touch the hard wood of the door. But, I don’t. Instead, I turn away and head to the confines of my own room.
I’m startled when I open the door and see Clementine, wearing pink pajamas, sitting on my bed.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask her. I’m not going to lie, her being in my room late at night, with nothing but her sexy night clothes on, is not upsetting at all.
“Something isn’t right.” She gnaws on her bottom lip, an action I’m coming to realize means she’s nervous.
“Tennyson? Is he ok?”
She relaxes a bit. “He’s fine. He’s having a sleepover with Troy at Erin’s.”
I step into the room, closing the door and flicking on the light switch. “So then, what’s wrong?”
“You’re going to laugh.” She stands.
I move further into the room, removing my tie and setting it on the dresser. “Try me.”
“Well…,” she twists her fingers together, “I think there’s a ghost in my room.”
“That’s absurd.” I unbutton the top button to my shirt.
“See, I told you you were going to laugh.”
I turn to face her, removing my cufflinks as I talk, “I’m not laughing. It’s probably my grandfather come back to haunt us all.”
“That’s not funny.”
I stare at her and realize she’s really afraid of something. “Listen, it’s an old house. It has a lot of dead space that air gets trapped into and makes creepy noises.”
“I don’t know. I can’t sleep.”
I twist my neck a little to ease some of the tension I feel from the long flight home. I’m dead tired, but the idea springing to mind of having Clementine sleep in my bed with me makes my dick come to life a bit. I can’t even bring myself to suggest such a thing, so I just stare at her.
She finally speaks after a few moments of silence, “Maybe I could sleep in here?” Her voice rises a little on the last word.
I unbutton another button. “If it would make you feel safer.”
“Well, your bed is huge. So it’s not like we’ll even touch.”
That’s not the only thing that’s huge. “Ok,” I breathe out.
“Which side?” she asks so innocently it makes my hardening dick harder.
“I usually sleep in the middle.”
“Oh.” She bites that damn lower lip again. I wish she wouldn’t do that because it kind of turns me on. Ok, that’s a lie. It a lot turns me on. “I’ll just sleep in a little ball off to the side.”
“Clementine,” I say, “it’s ok. I can sleep on either side.”
She inches to the bed, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. I turn around, unbuttoning the last of the buttons and remove the shirt. I drape it over the dresser, undoing my belt.
When I turn back around, Clementine is snuggled under the covers.
I bite my bottom lip, remembering exactly how she looks with nothing on. “I’m just going to get ready for bed.” I step into the en-suite and slam the door.
I rub my dick through my pants, trying to ease some of the tension building there. She turns me the fuck on, and I try to give myself a little pep talk to be able to go back out there and justsleepnext to her.
