Page 22 of Here With Me
Next, I dig in my bag for my panties.
It’s one thing to make the walk of shame at seven in the morning, but it’sshamefulto do it commando.
And I am a classy Southern lady, after all.
With the exception of last night.
Once I’m dressed and slide on my boots, I grab the rest of my things. Fisher hasn’t stirred once since I climbed over his naked body and slid out of his bed. I’m half tempted to check his neck for a pulse.
That’d be my luck.
Best sex of my life leads to him dying afterward.
I know he’s older, but he’s notthatold.
When I see his wallet on the counter, I contemplate taking a peek at his license to see his birth year. Amid our grinding against each other make-out session, I asked if he had a condom, and he told me to grab one from his wallet, which was in the back pocket of his jeans. Once I grabbed it, I tossed the leather aside.
Glancing once more at Fisher to make sure he’s still in a sleep coma, I open his wallet and look at his ID.
He’s forty-four.
Exactly twice my age.
Okay, so it’s not that bad.
He doesn’t even look forty.
It could be worse.He could be fifty.
But then I blink, reread his full name, and it does. It gets so much worse.
Fisher Underwood.
It can’t be. My throat tightens as I choke down the surprise I never expected.
I need to get the hell out of here before he wakes up.
God, I hope this is a hangover dream.
More like a nightmare.
All the air gets sucked out of my lungs at the realization.
I just slept with my ex-boyfriend’s dad.
The sun blinds me all the way back to my camper as the heat pierces my face. It’s one of those rare early summer mornings when it feels like a hundred degrees, but it should only be in the midseventies at this hour.
No such thing as global warming, my ass.
Tell that to my vagina lips that are currently glued together.
I dig my keys out of my bag and quietly unlock the door before creeping inside. Mallory sleeps on the top bunk since it’s smaller and has less space. Magnolia and I share the bed beneath her, which is only a full size and nearly has us on top of each other just to fit. At least she got it to herself last night.
Deciding to shower later, I crawl in next to her and lean my body against hers.
“Get your nasty sex sweat off me,” she groans, trying to wiggle closer to the wall.
I snort. “Don’t ya even wanna hear the juicy details?”
