Page 62 of I'm Yours

A little smile ticks up the corner of her mouth and she relaxes then remembers that my dad — or I guess I’m still assuming it’s him — is at the door waiting. Scrambling, she gets out of bed and darts around her bedroom looking for something to wear.

I relax against her mattress, comfortable and loving my current view. The sheet is riding low on my hips, resting just above my pelvis. I stretch my arms above me, casual and more calm than I’ve felt in months when I’m not around Emmy.

Sadie’s hopping around, trying to get some stretchy pants pulled up over her hips as she scrambles to slip on an oversized sweatshirt that looks very well worn. When she’s dressed she spins around, finger combing her hair and pulling it up into a ponytail. My eyes travel over her and my entire body stills.

She catches me watching her and her eyes widen. “Reed! Get dressed!”

“What are you wearing, Sadie?”

“What?”

I get out of bed, not one bit ashamed by my state of nakedness and advance toward her, pointing at her sweatshirt. “This.”

“Oh, um…” She tugs on the hem and looks away, eyes darting around the room and cheeks flushing a perfect shade of pink.

The doorbell rings again but I ignore it. Instead, I stand right in front of her, lifting her chin with the side of my finger so I can look in her eyes. “Sadie?”

“Yes?”

“Have you had this since…”

Her answer is immediate. “Yeah.”

She’s had the sweatshirt since our night together. And she’s obviously not kept it hidden away in her closet because it was the first thing she grabbed to throw on in a rush. Knowing that she’s kept my sweatshirt close all these years… damn. It really is so much more than an attraction between two people that never went away.

Not wanting to but needing to lighten the mood, I tease, “So the rumors about a guy never getting his hoodie back if his girl steals it are true.”

Her eyes soften when I call her my girl but I refuse to take them back. She is, and always has been, my girl. But my dad, or whoever is at the door, won’t stop making his presence known and now my phone is ringing.

Sadie giggles and stretches up on her toes, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says, “You’re still not getting it back, either.”

Then she walks out the door and I’m left with half a hard-on naked in her bedroom. It takes serious will power, but I throw on my clothes and find my phone, seeing my mom’s name on the screen, I answer it quickly just in case there’s something wrong with Emmy.

“Mom?”

“About time you answered! Your dad has been at Sadie’s door for five minutes!”

I chuckle, not even surprised that he called in reinforcements.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

She’s right. “How’s Emmy?”

“Wonderful. She just ate four pancakes and is brushing her teeth now.”

“She doesn’t care that I’m gone?”

“Not a bit.”

Hmm. That’s strange. Unless… “Mom? Where does she think I’ve gone?”

“She was told the truth. I’m not a liar, Reed,” she scolds but I can hear the smile in her voice.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try to figure out how this is going to go. It’s not as if I’m planning to let Sadie go, but I don’t know what our future holds, either. “Mom,” I sigh.

“Reed, I told Emmy that Miss Sadie needed help with something at her house and since you were old friends, you went over. That’s all she needs to know. I didn’t tell her that you spent the night or had sex for pity’s sakes.”

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