Page 49 of Every Broken Promise
I had to remind myself that no one could read minds, but the way my dad was looking at me had me thinking otherwise.
“I’m sorry, son, but for that reason, you can’t sleep over at Astrid’s anymore.”
I had thought it absurd, but I knew if my dad had brought it up, it was because Mrs. Hart was too embarrassed to do it herself. The thought of Astrid’s dad calling me made my stomach feel uneasy.
For the last year, I had been sneaking into Astrid’s room. Something about it should have felt wrong, but it was exciting, and it felt right being with her. I told myself as long as our parents didn’t catch us, it would be okay.
Last night was no different than the other nights I had snuck inside. But why did my stomach feel so uneasy now? Winter was fast approaching, so Astrid and I were under the covers. It took me a second to realize the heat I kept feeling wasn’t coming from the blanket but from Astrid’s body being pressed against mine.
Fuck.
One of my arms was wrapped around Astrid’s waist. Without meaning to, I moved my thumb and almost groaned when I felt a sliver of skin that peeked out from her pajama shirt.
Now I understood what my father meant about hormones. This was exactly why our parents didn’t want us sleeping together anymore.
I should leave.
What kind of asshole perved on their best friend? It was one thing wanting to kiss her to see if her lips were as soft as they looked, but another was getting hard over touching the skin on her waist.
Astrid picked that moment to shift, and I silently groaned. She wiggled her way closer toward me, and her ass rubbed against me.
I was hard.
I held on to my best friend and closed my eyes tightly because all I wanted to do at that moment was to pull her closer.
Instead of doing that, I tried to remove my arm from her waist, but Astrid shifted again and turned to lay on her back.
“You can’t sleep?” she mumbled with half-lidded eyes.
She looked adorable, with her hair fanning out all over the pillow. It should have annoyed me the way whenever I slept over I would wake up with hair on my lips, but instead, it only made me smile. Astrid’s hair always smelled amazing. Some floral shit and something that was uniquely her.
“Go back to bed,” I told her.
“Mhmmm,” she mumbled. “Night, Ty.”
She nuzzled her head to my side, and I could feel her smile on my neck. Feeling her lips grazing my neck sent a shiver down my spine.
How the hell was I supposed to fall asleep again after this?
I peeked through Astrid’s window, and it was still pretty dark out. Not that I was scared of walking at night at this hour. Nothing bad ever happened in Oakhill Creek. I didn’t want to leave yet, but I knew this would be the last time I would stay. Not when I kept feeling things I shouldn’t. Not when I wanted to act more like a boy and less like a friend.
When dawn started to come, I carefully detangled myself from Astrid’s body. My dick was half hard all night, and maybe now that I was away from her, it would begin to go down.
I looked back at her sleeping peacefully as I put on my shoes.
Astrid had once complained about not being like Sabrina or Samantha. Sure, she didn’t look like they did, but none of those girls compared to Astrid. She was nice and sweet, so full of life.Being next to her was like breathing fresh air even when the days were fucking polluted.
When I left in the mornings, it was usually when Mr. Hart got up and was in the bathroom because that way he wouldn’t hear the window close. My hands shook as I closed the window. I wanted to peek at Astrid once more, but my feelings associated with her were still very conflicting.
Slowly, I made my way toward the front of the house so I could begin to walk home. The front door opened, and even though I knew it would happen, I still felt sick to my stomach.
“Tyler,” Mr. Hart called after me.
“Sir,” I replied, sounding more confident than I felt.
“I know your father talked to you.”
The guilt immediately spread through me as he gave me an accusatory glare.
