Page 106 of Between Regrets and Promises

The doorbell rings again. Twice.

“I’m gonna punch whoever’s at the damn door,” I say, groaning when it rings again.

“You better answer it in case it’s an emergency,” she tells me, and we sit up. I grind my teeth together, annoyed and frustrated that whoever it is has given me severe blue balls.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I tell her with a kiss.

I adjust myself as I walk to the door, ready to curse whoever the hell it is. Once I open it, I’m nearly shocked and rooted to the spot when I see my father.

Motherfucker.

“What’re you doing here?” I deadpan.

“We need to talk.”

“It’s not a good time.” I hold my stance, arms crossed over my chest.

“Make time, Mason. It’s about your case.”

I narrow my eyes. “I thought it was over?”

“It is, but there’s more to it than that. You gonna let me in or not?”

I sigh a deep breath, shrugging and opening the door for him to come inside.

He follows me to the living room where Sophie is sitting, her cheeks still flushed from our hot make-out session.

“Dad, this is Sophie.” I wave my arm as she stands and steps closer. “Sophie, this is my dad,” I tell her slowly, feeling the awkward tension of this situation. Her hair is tousled from messing around, and he notices.

“Nice meeting you, Mr. Holt.”

“It’s a pleasure,” my father says, taking her hand in his.

“I’ll leave you two to some privacy,” she says quickly, and I feel awful that he’s cutting into our time.

I walk toward her, reaching out with an apology, but she smiles and shakes her head. “It’s okay. I should go to bed anyway.”

I’m not letting my dad make her feel uncomfortable, so I tell him to give me a minute and walk Sophie to her room.

“Sorry, I have no idea why he’s here,” I say as soon as I close her bedroom door behind us.

“Don’t be. It’s fine. Take your time.” She wraps her arms around my waist as I bend down to kiss her swollen lips.

Blowing out a slow breath, I try to prepare myself for whatever reason he’s here.

An hour later, he finally leaves, and I’m left with a million thoughts. I won’t be able to sleep, so I check if Sophie is passed out yet. She left her bedroom lamp on, and whether or not it was for me, I step inside her room and shut the door.

Sliding into bed behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale the scent of her sweet shampoo. Then I press a kiss below her ear and feel her shiver.

“Are you awake?” I whisper.

“No.”

I chuckle, pressing kisses along her jawline. “No? So I shouldn’t ask you out on a date for this Saturday?”

“Mmm…” she hums. “What kind of date?”

Smirking, I slide my hand into her sleep shorts and wait to see if she stops me or not. When she doesn’t, I explore further until I realize she’s not wearing panties.

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