Page 52 of My Fearless Fake Fling

Len laid me out with a sweet caress of his lips this time. “That I can do.”

Dad was released the next afternoon and Len and I decided to wait the rest of the week to go home. Not a man to stay idle, Len mowed the grass, then changed the oil in my mom’s car because Dad had recently done his but had the heart attack before he’d gotten to Mom’s. Len generally did any fix-it things on the to-do list my parents kept tacked to the refrigerator. He’d come in, check one off, and then head back out to tackle another one.

My dad could’ve gone back to work after a few days, but my mom made him take vacation time while Len and I visited. Mostly, I think, because she worried. My parents were only in their early fifties. Much too young to be dealing with heart attacks and blocked arteries. The problem probably occurred because dear old Dad, though he wasn’t overweight, never in all my years of knowing him let “that green stuff” touch his plate.

I ate vegetables. Len ate vegetables.Momate vegetables. How a man went his whole life not eating them went beyond my comprehension. They bickered back and forth. He ate potatoes, that counted. That didn’t count.

Mom was right, but I stayed out of their tiffs.

By the end of the week, with Dad doing well, family time got to be too much. Especially after I informed them that I’d be setting sail with Len and the Lowenstein’s for half a year. They had some choice words for me. For Len. For Dion. But in the end begrudgingly gave their okay, not that I needed it. Things between us became somewhat stained after that. So we decided to head home. Plus, you know, I wanted me some Len booty—bad.

We packed up, I kissed my parents goodbye and promised not to stay away so long again. Well, after we got back from sailing around the world, that is. Mom made Len promise to come back with me.

“She wants me, I’m there,” he said.

Then we climbed in the truck and drove away. Out of the side mirror, I watched them wave to us.

Len grasped my hand in his and brought them both to rest on his knee. A coffee stop, a pee break, and two and a half hours of drive time, we made it back home safely.

Home. Len’s place? Our place? What was the dynamic now that we were an actual couple? It was far too soon to “move in together,” but essentially, we had. And being on a boat for six months, unless we broke up, we would probably continue to share a bed.

After bringing our stuff from this week into the house, I started up a load of laundry while Len unloaded the truck bed of the gear we’d brought camping the week before. When he walked in, the last load having been stored away in his storage unit, the sun hit behind him, glistening around him to the point he had this golden-white aura, my breath caught in my throat. I swallowed hard.

Unsure of what to say, because he caught me staring hard, I asked, “Can I cut your hair?”

He nodded.

I pulled out the barstool and motioned for him to sit down. Then I went to the bedroom to retrieve my box of goodies—comb, scissors, spray bottle—that I’d brought with me when I left the salon. As I walked back down the hallway, I grabbed a towel from the linen closet.

With the towel draped around his shoulders, he sat for me. I picked up the spray bottle to spritz his hair, dampening all the strands. I looked over his face shape, found the way his hair naturally fell, and gathered up a thick bunch between my fingers. Something changed in the room as I snipped. The air felt thick, heavy. Every breath weighty.

Why? I had no idea. But as the hair drifted to the floor, his intense stare never left me. It touched me physically. Or that was how it felt. When I finished, I pulled at the hairs by his temples to make sure they were even. He stayed my hand, gently forcing the scissors to drop, and he stood, shrugging the towel off.

“What’s happening here?” I asked—whispered. Though in my head, I totally knew what was happening here. We were having our very ownGhostmovie pottery wheel moment. Never in my life did I think I’d have a pottery wheel moment.

That was when he took my mouth in a powerful kiss. He moved slowly, worshiping my body. Caress after caress. Not hurried, meandering. He took his time building me up. Years to remove my outer clothing. Millenia for my undergarments. I wanted to return it, but other than mouth kisses, he wouldn’t let me do a thing.

My heart felt so full, I feared it might explode. He didn’t know I’d fallen for him, but the way he worked my body made me feel like he might have a clue. And he returned it. Right there, on the carpeting separating the living room from the kitchen, Lennon, no other words for it, made love to me.

Forget orgasm mountain. We boarded the orgasm space shuttle, launched into orgasm space, and orbited around the orgasm planet. Our OMS burned hot. The hottest.

How could he make me feel like this? We hadn’t been together long enough. I mean, didn’t it take time? Less than a month, wasn’t that too fast?

No. That was fearful Kami talking again. We’d spent nearly every hour since he’d rescued me in that bar together. So no, not too fast. Other people would call it fast. They might even confuse it with insta-love. But I never claimed to have fallen in love at first sight. Lust at first sight, sure. But not love. Forget that. Forget all of that.

Those other people, they weren’t in this relationship with Len and me.

Forget them.

Forgetthem.

Forget them.

On a deep breath, I started to tell him. Started to but didn’t get the chance, because as chance would have it, he beat me to it. “I love you, Kam. I’m in love with you. If it scares you, I’ll do anything I have to, to prove it—put you at ease.”

I started to laugh.

“Not the response I was hoping for.” His voice sounded sad, but he hugged me tightly to him despite my reaction.

“You don’t get it. I’m laughing because… well, because I was just about to tell you that I’m in love with you. But you got there first.”

“Baby, you just made me the happiest man in the world.” He paused and a devilish grin split his lips. “Now, we have a week of no sex to make up for. It’ll be a sacrifice, but I need to know, are you with me?”

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