Page 69 of Love is Strange
Allowing her to breathe for a moment, I start on her again, this time lightly biting her thighs as I push further inside of her. I’m not as gentle as I was the first time. I push deeper, nibbling harder, taking more control.
After the third time, silence fills the house as she slips into the bathroom to clean up. I take this time to straighten the couch back out and adjust my dress. Out front, I hear a car pull up and shortly after a door shut. As I look out the window, I tell Delilah that Breann is home.
We must have been preoccupied for a lot longer than I thought.
“Can I tell her I just got here?” She smiles brightly, walking back into the room.
“You sure can. I hope that you’ll still stay for dinner.” I say, my tone hopeful.
“I plan to. As long as it’s still okay.”
“Of course, it is. I’m hoping that you’ll come over more often.” I tell her, wiping my hands on the dish towel, then wiping my mouth. She turns another beautiful shade of red as she watches me clean myself up.
Breann comes inside, dropping her bag on the couch where we just were and starts rambling about how her shift was cancelled after she arranged to be there.
“It’s okay. Take the time to just hang out and relax. You don’t always have to be on the go. One day off is not going to hurt you.” I tell her.
Delilah smile and adds, “Yeah, let’s just hang out for a bit. We can catch up on a show or something. Your mom invited me to stay for dinner since my parents won’t be home until later.”
“Sweet. Alright, I’ll stop bitching then. Come on.” Breann waves for her to follow her.
They grab a snack and a soda from the kitchen. I saw Breann smuggling a bag of cookies under her arm before she zooms pass me, laughing like she was a little girl again. I can vaguely hear them as they race up the stairs and retreat to her room, discussing school and what the plans are for the weekend before the door shuts. Alone and in a stellar mood, I decide to try something new. The last time I had thought about baking something myself, the twins had just been accepted on to the cheer team in the sixth grade. Since then, I have purchased their desserts and surprises or bribed a neighbor to make them.
I pull out the bags of shrimp from the freezer and start them in a pan. Pouring the last bit of wine into my glass, I have a small celebration for today’s events. I have an energy buzzing through my veins that I haven’t felt in a long time, too long for me to even place correctly.
Unlocking my phone, I ignore the three new emails blinking at me from the corner of my screen. Instead, I click on the internet icon and search for a few minutes for a recipe I think I am capable of replicating. I have never been so glad my girls like to bake and always grab the stuff while were at the store, though most of what they make they take to school or devour before I get home. Excitedly, I start to grab the ingredients from the cabinet, pantry, and fridge. I double check the list, checking off the chocolate powder, eggs, milk, and flour. There is a container by the coffee pot that holds the sugar, so I won’t need to grab that since it will be within reach.
Meticulously, I measure and mix the ingredients, paying extra attention to the instructions. The last thing I want is for my second attempt ever at brownies to come out like bricks or lumps of burnt coal. I set the temperature on the oven and wait for it to preheat while I pour the brown liquid into the pan.
Knowing that I have about twenty more minutes, I start to clean up the kitchen and my mess. As I’m putting away the last few cups from the dishwasher, my phone chimes. I sigh, thinking that it’s just another email, so I take my time to get to it. It chimes again. Almost frustrated at this point, I grab it, hoping that it’s not Baylee in need of something. I should have heard from her by now anyway.
What I see when I unlock my phone brings a grin to my face and a hot flash runs through my body. It’s from Delilah.
Thank you. Definitely better than the boys
Same time tomorrow? ;)
I had forgotten all about her having my number. A safety concern of mine when they moved in. I didn’t want my sweet neighbor girl left with no one nearby to save her if she needed something. Her parents thought it was a kind and sweet gesture. Little did they know, I was craving to taste their daughter.
My waiting paid off.
Hopefully, there is much more of her in my future other than seeing her with my daughters. Taking a sip of wine, I reply.
Can’t wait ;)
Looks like there are going to be a lot more secrets kept around this neighborhood
MAYHEM
The Thief and The Liar
YOLANDA OLSON
THE THIEF
Prologue
I usethe back of my hand to wipe the sweat from my brow. This room has become so muggy and thick with a low-hanging cloud of cigarette smoke, but I don’t open the window. That’s a relief, a reward of sorts and I haven’t earned that yet.
