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But within moments of exiting Theo’s room, I’m already longing to sneak back in again.
17
SULLY
Ihave a late appointment on Tuesday, so Theo drives herself to work. When I get home, she’s already in the backyard with my dad, the picnic table heaped with platters of lemon-wrapped salmon, watermelon salad, and grilled asparagus.
My dad looks like he showered and maybe even combed his hair. With his fingers, at least.
The meal is mellow and relaxed. Theo and I sneak glances at each other, smothering our smiles. The memory of what we did last night is the best kind of secret, the kind that electrifies the most innocent interactions. Now I can’t even sit near her without my skin prickling. I can’t pass her a napkin without sparks zipping between our fingertips.
We said it was a one-time thing, but I already know how hard it’s going to be to lie in my bed tonight, knowing she’s just two doors away.
Theo is so fucking irresistible.
It’s the way she’s gentle and nervous…but when I touch her, there’s a river roaring beneath the surface.
I barely dipped a toe in the torrent last night.
There’s more, I know it. A hell of a lot more.
And Iwantit.
All day at work, I kept picturing the clock flicking over to midnight. Me slipping out from under the sheets, padding down the hall…knuckles rapping against her door…Theo filling the doorframe with her dark hair loose, breasts soft without a bra, T-shirt barely skimming the top of her thighs…
No, I can’t do it again. That would set a precedent. Like now it’s some nightly thing. She might feel like she had to say yes ‘cause she said yes the night before.
I mean, I think sheenjoyedsaying yes the night before…
But that doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have asked her right after I agreed we wouldn’t fuck around.
I’m usually a lot better at keeping my word.
Goddamnit, Theo doesn’t make it easy…
Look at her right now, in that deep blue top, the way it skims off her shoulders…
Theo has the loveliest skin. The light dances across it like abalone, bringing out a hundred subtle shades of blue and green and gold and pink within the cream.
She was made for candlelight, for dinners in the yard, for salty evening air that makes the bits of hair around her face go curly. She’s talking to my dad, laughing, her voice music in the air, soft, soothing, and melodic.
Theo baked honey butter buns. She’s already eaten four of them. I’ve had six, so I’m not judging.
As she butters a fifth, I say, “You look hungry…”
She glances at me under her lashes. “I’m starving.”
She tears off a piece of bun and dips it in whipped butter. When she pops it in her mouth, she holds my eye, her tongue slipping out to lick a little butter off the edge of her thumb.
Well, shit.
Maybe Theo does want a visit after all…
I can’t stop remembering the softness of her pussy lips.
Once I touched it, I had to taste it…
There was no turning back, like I’d jumped off a roof. The moment when I said,Fuck it,and buried my face in her pussy…the first taste of her velvety sweetness on my tongue…
