Page 70 of Lake
“Have sex? You can say it, Lake. I do realize that I’m not your first.”
I huffed out a laugh.
“I’m your first though, right?” I said jokingly and that was when my eyes shifted to look into hers for the first time since I’d started my story.
There were so many emotions swirling in those hazel orbs. But none that I had expected, at least, not yet. I was sure by the end of this tale she would have hatred there. If not, then at least pity.
“Right,” she said giving me a sexy smile. “First dick in my coochie. Totally.”
My body shook as laughter bubbled out of my mouth.
Then her body was shifting, her leg swinging over my body and her butt settling on my lower stomach. I looked up into her eyes.
“What happened, Lake? What is it that you punish yourself for?”
How did she know?
Damn.
I was choked up and wondered how the hell I was going to finish.
“My dad got drunk that night, of course. He passed out only this time, he had lit a cigarette right before he did. The house caught fire. I came home and the house was still smoldering. No one made it out. I wasn’t there to save them. To get my sister and my mom out. They…”
“You could have died too,” she said.
My head shook because that wasn’t the thing I wanted to see. It was always that I couldn’t save them. That if I had been there, I could have done something. It didn’t matter how many people said it or times I’d heard the same thing, I never wanted to see that if I had been there, I might have lost my life, too.
“Lake,” she barked at me and my gaze snapped to hers. “You. Could. Have. Died. Too.”
Her words were stern and her gaze penetrating like she was trying to speak directly to my soul.
Her eyes held so many emotions. But there wasn’t disgust or hatred. There wasn’t pity. There wasn’t anything that I’d been waiting to see.
Before I could say anything else, her lips were on mine, kissing me softly and tentatively. Filling me with a kind of warmth that I hadn’t realized I craved until this moment.
“Thank you for sharing that with me.”
I had nothing to say because I didn’t know what the fuck to say to that.
“Now, up. Shower. You have shit to do,” she said as she rolled off of me.
Shit!
She was right. I had forgotten about my night patrol for a moment there.
“You smell like sex, need to wash that off.” Her tone wasn’t one of someone that had just had some heavy shit thrown their way.
I laughed and jumped out of the bed. My body jerked when she slapped my ass and I shot her a look over my shoulder.
I did as she said, a little disappointed that she didn’t join me. But then again, I didn’t have much time left, so it was probably a good thing.
I walked out in a towel and found her relaxed on the bed flipping through the channels still in her naked glory. I groaned at the sight of her in my bed sitting there without a single ounce of shyness.
That was something I wouldn’t mind seeing every day.
Oh, crap!
And not the good kind of crap.
