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Somehow, this is more surreal than when he was kneeling on the floor, eating me out in my mom’s bedroom. That’s sex, and I doubt sex is sacred to him at this point. But this, letting me sleep in his bed… it’s something almost nobody gets to do.
But here I am.
There’s another reason I laze in his bed longer than I need to, one I’m more reluctant to admit.
If I stay up here long enough, maybe he’ll come and get me. Maybe we’ll get a quiet moment just the two of us before we head downstairs and… and what? Will we have breakfast with the guys like some big, happy family?
The thought appeals to me more than it should. That’s stupid, so I brush it off and force myself to be realistic. Yeah, he’s attracted to me. Yes, he would like to put his dick in my various orifices.
That doesnotmean he wants me to be remotely part of his family, and letting even a stray thought like that flit through my head is just asking for heartache.
Last night was nice, sure, but lazing in bed is clearly melting my brain, so I make myself get up and head to the bathroom so I can pee and brush my teeth.
As soon as I enter the bathroom, I catch sight of my own reflection in the mirror. My hair is a frizzy mess from being slept on all night, but that’s not the part that snags most of my attention.
It’s the sight of me in Milo’s T-shirt that does it.
I shake it off, tear my gaze away, and glance at his side of the sink. It looks exactly as it did last night, but when I catch sight of the shower behind me reflected in the mirror, it looks… wet.
It seemed like he thought about taking a shower last night before I brushed my teeth, but things escalated, he got distracted—no shower was taken.
Turning to investigate now, though, I can see that the shower is definitely wet.
Did he take a shower in here this morning?
I don’t even know what time it is. I forgot to grab my phone off the charger before I came in the bathroom, and there’s no clock in here.
Thinking about him coming into the room and me not even noticing opens up a whole new can of thoughts and fantasies. When I woke up, I was sprawled tummy-down across the bed, hugging a pillow on his side with my bare ass completely exposed. He probably could have seen a glimpse of pussy, too, depending on my position.
It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked, but the idea of him looking at me like that when I wasn’t even awake is different. It’s… enticing?
No, what am I thinking? That’s sick. I need my head examined.
He probably didn’t see anything, anyway. He certainly didn’t wake me up…
Then again, last night he left me here in his bed, my body aching for more of his touch, my idiot heart craving more of those tender face kisses.
I really need to get it together and get out of this bedroom. Being here feels too personal. It’s getting in my head.
I grab the toothbrush he gave me last night and make quick work of brushing my teeth. I don’t bother trying to finger comb my hair; I know from experience it’ll be a mess until I shower, and if I mess with it while it’s dry, all it will do is frizz out even more.
I change out of his band shirt reluctantly and make a mental note to check out Metallica. I’ve heard of them, of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard any of their songs.
I check myself for the ridiculousness of wanting to check out a band just because I know he probably likes them, but I’m still gonna do it. I wish I knew what his favorite song was.
Kennedy, seriously.
Right, right. Being crazy. Behaving like a girl with some kind of crush.
Can’t have that.
I get it together and get dressed in the clothes I came over in last night. I don’t usually crash at friends’ houses, so I’m not sure if Mom will actually believe I did. I grab my phone off Milo’s nightstand and check to see if she ever messaged me back last night, but I see she didn’t.
That’s not too surprising.
I head downstairs, prepared to face Milo, but much to my disappointment, he isn’t around.
“Did your dad go somewhere?” I ask Jet as I follow him through the kitchen, not seeing Milo anywhere.
