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I crawl off the bed, settle on my two feet before removing my hand from her mouth and leaving the room. I hear her panting and feel her eyes on me until I’m down the hall. I expect her to chase me. Yell at me. Tell me to stop. Ask for more. Want to see my face. Something.
But she doesn’t. I get back to my car without a word, and soon enough, I’m back in my own bed, jerking my dick that’s been hard ever since I stepped foot into her house.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sailor
Amelia and I grabbed lunch after class and now we’re walking around Main Street, going in and out of shops. There’s nothing specific I need; we’re just browsing and spending time together. I’m trying so hard to stay focused on the present and what we’re doing, but I keep going back to last night and being woken up by JT in my bed. He didn’t stay for long, just gave me what I think was his version of an apology, and then he left. How I fell asleep so quickly after that, knowing someone just broke into my house, I don’t know. It should have been alarming, but knowing he was there had me sleeping comfortably.
By the way, is it weird to keep cum-stained clothing?
I guess he’d stolen a pair of my panties the other time he was in my house, because he so graciously returned them to me last night, and with his dried man juice all over them. I stared at the blue panties hanging on the knob for a long time, trying to work through how I felt about it. Eventually, I allowed myself to be turned on by it because I realized I was fighting those feelings.So I left them there, as a reminder of what I do to him. It makes me feel good about myself.
My phone dings and I nearly drop my coffee trying to get to it.
“Damn, girl. Waiting on an important call or something?” Amelia says with a laugh.
“Yeah, something like that.”
I smile when I see a text from JT. I considered texting him when I woke up but chose to play hard to get instead. I wanted to see how long it would take him to text me. I want to know how crazy I make him, and how badly he wants me. Am I worth the chase?
JT:When can we reschedule?
I bite my bottom lip as I think over my schedule. We could do it as early as tonight, but I have class in the morning and that’s not very responsible of me. I want to do this, but not if it’s going to get in the way of my classes. Though, it’s not like I’ll be in bed early otherwise. I am a night owl. Still, if I’m going to be sore, it’s best we do this on a weekend when I don’t have to worry about getting up early or going anywhere.
Me:Friday night?
JT:Seems so far away.
Me:I know…
JT:Friday it is. 10pm at the park, go into the woods at 10:10.
“Who are you talking to?” Amelia asks slyly.
I stop mid-typing and shove the phone into my pocket.
“No one.”
“The look on your face says otherwise.”
She hangs up the shirt she was looking at and faces me, putting her hands on her hips.
“Are you talking to someone and didn’t tell me?” She raises a brow.
“Uhm, maybe?”
She scoffs. “Sailor, come on! We’re supposed to be besties, so you have to tell me stuff like this.” Throwing her arms up, she pouts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry?”
She growls, stomping her foot, and it’s kind of adorable. I can’t help but smile, which has her scowling.
“Well?” she says impatiently. “Are you going to tell me, or what?”
Crap. How am I going to tell her about him when I don’t know much about him? There is no way I’m comfortable enough with her to get into any sort of detail about how we met or what our plans are.
“Just a guy,” I say with a shrug, bringing my coffee to my lips for another sip.
