Page 93 of Love Thy Neighbor

“Shit,” I curse, slipping out of her slowly.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.This has never happened before. I’ve always been incredibly careful with protection, always very adamant about it. But something about Caroline turns me into a different person, one who’s unable to control his urges.

“What?” she asks, pushing herself up and turning toward me. “What’s wrong?”

“I was so eager to get inside you, I forgot the condom.”

“It’s okay,” she says, sliding her arms around my neck at the same time I wrap mine around her waist. “I have an IUD and I trust you. We’re good.”

I nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’d have stopped you if I were worried about it.”

“Okay, but next time, I’ll be more careful.” I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

We climb into the shower together, somehow making it out without fooling around too much, and head back to my bedroom.

“You want coffee?” she asks, pulling open my dresser and grabbing one of my shirts. She slips it over her head, forgoing underwear.

Seeing her in nothing but my t-shirt makes my cock twitch.

“Please.Someonekept me up late last night.”

“Someoneisn’t even sorry about it.”

She sticks her tongue out before heading for the kitchen.

I pull on a pair of boxer briefs, some sweats, and a t-shirt, my standard outfit for work. I’m just swiping on some deodorant when her phone buzzes against the bedside table, and I pad over to check to see who could be calling her this early.

Shit.

It’s my moms trying to video-chat.

I swipe to ignore the call.

Not ten seconds later, my own phone starts to buzz, and I know it’s them.

Dammit.I know if I ignore it, I’m going to get my ass chewed out like last time. Plus, it’s suspicious as fuck if we both ignore their calls. The last time we did, they played twenty questions to see what the deal was.

I crawl onto the bed, reach across to the other table, and grab my phone.

“Good morning, pretty ladies,” I say when their faces appear on the screen, flipping back around to a seated position. I rest my elbows on my knees, grinning down at them. “How are you?”

“Hey, favorite son,” Momma Kira says, and I smile because I’m their only son. “We’re good. Just wanted to catch you before you started doing all that tapping and clicking and whatever else it is you do on your computer all day long.”

“Better not be looking at porn. Last time we talked with Caroline, she told us she caught you doing it again.”

I chuckle because of course she did. “No porn, Momma.”

“Show us your palms.”

“Lydia!” Momma Kira scolds. “You leave that boy alone. If he has hairy palms from masturbating too much, that’s on him and I donotwant to know about it.”

“I just worry about him is all. He’s so lonely out there in the wilderness.”

“Just because I live in Colorado, doesn’t mean I’m staying in some cabin in the woods,” I interject. “I live in a metropolitan area. You’d know that if you came to visit.”

“You know she hates flying,” Momma Kira says, nodding toward her partner.

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