“Um…I thought you said things wouldn’t get awkward between us if—”
He shook his head, taking another step back. “Do you know how fucking long it’s been since my wife and I have been out of the house? Our parents don’t live around here, and she doesn’t trust anyone to watch the kids. Then she tells me that we’re going out on a double date and that Blaire’s parents are going to watch the kids for us. And now, you’re gonna try to ruin that for me?”
It took everything in me not to crack a smile. I couldn’t imagine having kids, but I’m sure they were a lot of work. His wife was a stay-at-home mom and she was always calling, telling Ty that she was ready to be admitted to the mental hospital after one of the kids pulled some crazy shenanigan.
“Let me guess? Does this have something to do with that girl?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Ty wasn’t Della’s biggest fan, especially since we picked her up from that frat house, where they had been smoking pot. He thought she was immature. Sure, Della could be immature about some things, even though I would never actually say that to her. I knew better. She had been through a lot in her life; she deserved to have a little bit of fun every once in a while. It wasn’t like she was a stoner, partying every night, as far as I knew. I’m sure Mia would’ve probably informed me of that.
“Well, could you just put that on hold for the week? Please, I’m begging you, dude. Let me have a night out with my wife. If you nix things with Blaire, she’s not gonna want to go out with us, and then we won’t have a sitter. Are you really gonna do that to me?”
I blew out a breath, knowing that this would be a mistake, but I had to work with him every day. I guess I could understand where he was coming from. “Fine, but I’m ending things after that. You’re not gonna be pissed, right?”
“Nope.” He grinned widely, slapping me on the back. “Not at all. Just don’t mess shit up before then.”
MY BODY TINGLED as I let out a loud moan, my fists clenching the cool sheet beneath me. His warm tongue trailed over every inch of my body, tracing each part to memorize it before moving to the next. His hands were following his tongue’s descent as he worked his way up my body, starting near my toes. I never thought I would find getting my feet kissed sexy, but it was. My hips bucked off the bed, pushing against his mouth, trying to show him what I needed. Everything he was doing was driving me wild. I wanted more. I needed more. Right now.
And then my damn alarm went off.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to get that dream to stop replaying in my head, but it was still so fresh, it just wouldn’t go away. Damn Justin Parker and his magical tongue. One ride on it, and that’s all I could think about. He must’ve put some kind of spell on me with it so I wouldn’t stop thinking about him. It most definitely worked.
I dragged myself out of bed, and started getting ready for the day. It had been days since seeing Justin and he was still on my mind. I really needed to get over him. I kept myself busy with work, school, and hanging out with the girls. You wouldn’t think I had a minute to even think about him, but somehow I still found time.
A knock sounded on my door just as I was packing up my bag for the day. It was Friday, so thankfully, I only had one class, and then I could come home and relax for a bit before going over to my grandparents’ house. My dad was in town, so the four of us were having dinner together. My relationship with my father still wasn’t as close as I would like, but he seemed to be trying. He called me at least three times a week, and tried to visit monthly.
He was more involved, asking about school and my relationship with my mom. I knew they didn’t get along, but he wanted me to have a good relationship with her, even though she was more than difficult most of the time. I wonder what he would think about her divorcing Gerald and possibly moving onto husband number three. He hadn’t really been in any relationships since my mom—that I knew of anyway.
“Come in.”