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thirty-five
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The week Theo’s gone to camp goes by way too fast. My single wish is to put Grey and me in a bubble and only come out when we need to.
We spent the remaining days horse riding, stuffing our faces at Tito’s, browsing the jewelry store, and consuming romance novels topped with reenactments. I’ve had more sex than I’ve ever had in my life. He can claim he’s an old man all he wants, even pretend to have a dad bod, but he rocks my world in more ways than one.
“Nervous about Theo?” He winds a piece of my hair around his finger as we lie in my bed.
I sigh and turn on my side to face him, tucking my hands under my chin. “A little. The more I think about it, the more I know he’ll be okay with it—us—but I’m still worried. I want us all happy.”
Shifting to tug me close to his chest, I listen to his steady heartbeat and breathe in deep his woodsy scent as his hairs tickle my nose.
“We will be, no matter what. He might be happier not to switch houses weekly more than anything else.” Kissing my head, he continues, “Speaking of that, we gotta figure out whose house we’re going to live in. I’m okay with whatever you want. But this bed goes with us. It’s way more comfortable than mine,” he rumbles in a sleepy voice.
I glance up and his deep blue eyes wink at me. I reply, “Makes more sense to keep your house and sell mine. It’s close to SoS, close to the new center, near everyone else.”
“Okay, that’s settled then. My house is now your house.”
I snuggle in further, my eyes drifting closed, when a door slams.
“Mom!!”
Sitting straight up, I fling my wide gaze in Grey’s direction. “What time is it?”
He slings back the comforter and grabs his phone. “Ten. Is he early?”
“No, he’s not early. We slept in!” I scramble out of the bed, searching for some clothes that don’t smell like sex. Crap, the entire room smells like sex. And whipped cream. I was right about him being into food play.
“What are you doing?” I whisper harshly to him as he drags open my window and pops out the screen.
Sticking one leg out, he looks back at me, eyes flared. “He can’t find out about us like this. There’s no way out except through here.”
“Oh my God, be careful.” I wince as he whacks his head on the sill. He’s still recovering from his accident and doesn’t need another concussion.
No sooner do I shove my legs into a pair of shorts, pull down a shirt, and kick the empty whipped cream can under the bed, when my bedroom door flies open. “Mom. Did you not hear me call your name? What are you doing?”
Flustered, I peek behind Theo before bringing my attention to his confused blues. “Nothing, just getting dressed. You need to learn to knock, mister. You’re too old to be barging into my room.”
After I kiss his cheek, I glide past him, willing my face to school itself and catch Savy lounging on the couch, a magazine in hand and a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“Good morning, Savy. A text would have been nice.” I fan myself, darting my eyes around, not seeing Greyson at all through the other windows.
“I did. You didn’t answer.” She smirks, tossing the magazine and crossing her arms.
Crap.
“Mom, you’re acting weird. And where is Da—”
“Hey buddy, how was camp?” Greyson strides through the front door, chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, hands on his hips. He totally forgot a shirt, but at least he remembered to throw on a pair of shorts.
“Uh, it was fun. Learned a lot, ate a lot.” He shrugs, eyeing his dad as weirdly as the rest of us. “Why are you out of breath?”
Greyson shakes his head before going into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
“Yeah, why are you so winded?” Savy asks, adding fuel to the fire—on purpose.
“I was looking at your mom’s garden and thought I saw a snake,” he says, chugging back a drink of water. “You know how much I hate those things.”
