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“Sal?”
“Hmm …” he mumbled, feeling her light fingertip teasingly circle over his chest.
“Did you know I love popsicles?”
FIFTEEN
MAKING ME SUICIDAL
“Wake up.”
The feeling of something being thrown down on her, along with his voice, had Valerie jolting up in the bed awake.
Dammit!Quickly covering up her exposed breasts, she had forgotten she was bare-ass naked on Sal’s bed. When more memories of last night flooded her foggy brain, she wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
Trying to cover up more of her flesh with the sheet, she wasn’t sure why it mattered much considering the man fully dressed and staring at her wide-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning had been sucking on her nipples for half the night. Her modesty hadn’t just been thrown out the window, it had been tossed out and run over by an armored truck twenty-seven times.
She picked up the items that had been thrown on her with her free hand. “What is this?”
“Clothes,” he stated the obvious.
“Yeah, I know that,” she grumbled, revealing more of them only for her stomach to feel somehow even sicker than she already did after remembering absolutely everything that had conspired between them last night. She was pretty sure aNintendo 64 had never led to anything like that before. “But they’re girl clothes …”
“Right. Well, I’m going to make some breakfast.” Sal moved right past her statement. “So, hurry up and get dressed.”
“Damn, give a girl a chance to wake up before you start ordering her around like a sergeant.” She cursed weakly under her breath, so she was sure he could hear as he walked away.
Who the hell doeshe think he is?And why was he acting so cold to her?
I’m not the one who sent out an invitation to fuck.He was the one who pulled his shirt off before ripping off hers.Not the other way around, buddy!
Going into his private bathroom upstairs, she quickly used the bathroom and rinsed off last night’s sins before putting on the clothes he had given her.
“Oh no, no, no,” she cried when the black jeans clung to her like a second pair of skin. By the time she put on the breast-hugging black top, she was officially certain that, without a doubt, she had fucked a man with a girlfriend and now she was wearing the poor girl’s clothes.
If it was at all possible, Valerie would kick her own ass with her bat if she could. “I’msogoing to hell.”
Using his mouthwash that sat on his bathroom counter, she made sure to burn her mouth for as long as she could stand it as punishment for her crimes.
When she left the bathroom and began feeling suffocated from the restricting clothes, she decided to go into Sal’s closet real quick, preferring to wear something of his. Big, baggy boy clothes were definitely more her speed. But, of course, she could only see suits hanging up that mostly varied in different navy blue hues. Shockingly, he didn’t even have that many, with them only taking up about one-third of the closet. It gave her slight hope that maybe she didn’t fuck a man with a girlfriend orperhaps she had recently moved out and now held the title of being anex-girlfriend.
Because he’s a cheater!
She was about to start looking through drawers, when she heard her name being yelled out.
“Valerie! Breakfast is ready. Get down here!”
Fuck!Internally cursing, she knew she had run out of time, and this was what she was stuck in until she could get a few things from her house.
She stomped off and down the steps; the smell of pancakes didslightlylighten her mood.
“I’m not that good of a cook,” he said, placing a plate of pancakes with fruit down in front of her. “But I have learned to cook some things that don’t come out of a bag … or a wrapper.”
Her eyes began to turn into slits at his dig, but they quickly grew to normal size when the syrup was set down in front of her. After glazing her pancakes in the sugary goodness, she took a bite. It was the best thing she’d had eaten in a long while. “Who taught you how to make these?” she asked after swallowing her third huge bite.
Sal, who sat down beside her at the counter, began eating his own helping. “He didn’t teach me, really, but I have seen Lucca make them enough times. The secret is a hint of vanill—”
Valerie practically choked to death as she took her fourth bite. “Lucca?” she repeated in disbelief, thinking there was no way she’d heard him correctly. She had to take a sip of the orange juice he had poured out for them to get the lodged piece down.
