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“Sure,” I find myself saying and I want to kick myself but the way she jumps from her chair, a smile stretching her lips makes it worth it.

I clear my plate again and then stand up to help her clean the table off.

“You’re not going to eat anything?” I ask when I realize that she had just watched me eat dinner.

“God no. I tried a bite and it was terrible. I don’t know how you ate all of that.”

My mouth drops open as she heads past me to the sink and starts to do the dishes.That little minx.

We stand side by side at the sink doing the dishes and it’s hard not to notice how small she is compared to me then. She comes about halfway up my torso, the top of her blonde head reaching a little past my belly button. I try not to think about the other thing, slightly lower than my belly button that is starting to stir as I dry off another plate.

“How was the rest of your day?” She asks, breaking the silence and I start slightly.

It’s going to take some time for me to get used to living with someone and having her around here all of the time. Normally, when I come home it’s just me and my thoughts and the silence but I have a feeling that Emma is going to change all of that.

“Fine.”

She watches me like she wants me to elaborate but I don’t know what else to say. I’ve never been a great conversationalist. Most people don’t want to talk to me. They’re usually too busy ogling my size.

“Whoa, don’t throw so many details at me. I can’t keep it all straight,” she deadpans and I narrow my eyes at her.

“Hilarious.”

She smiles at that as she hands me the last dish to dry and tries to smother a yawn with her other hand.

“I think I’m going to turn in,” she says softly. “It’s been a long few days.”

I set the last dish in the cupboard before I turn and head down the hallway.

“Temperature is supposed to dip tonight. I’ll get you another blanket and build up the fire in your room.”

“Thanks,” she says as she follows me down the short hallway to her room.

I stack some logs into the fireplace as she grabs some clothes out of her backpack and disappears into the bathroom. I get the fire going and then duck into my room, grabbing an extra blanket out of the closet. I’m just spreading it over her bed when she pads back into the room.

“Thanks for all of this,” she says and I turn to tell her it’s no problem but my mouth dries when I see what she’s wearing and I’m not sure that I can talk right now.

She’s got on a pair of pale purple pajama pants that mold to her legs and I wonder if she knows that they’re see through. I can see the tiny scrap of black lace that’s covering her pussy and I jerk my eyes up but her top isn’t much better. It’s a dark navy blue but so threadbare that spots are see through and that’s almost worse. The worn spots tease me, giving off just a hint at the silky-smooth skin and curves beneath.

My cock feels hot and heavy in my jeans and I can feel it pushing at the zipper, wanting out and into her and I know that I need to get out of here.

“No problem. Goodnight,” I say before I practically bolt out of her room and into the bathroom.

“Shit,” I hiss from between my teeth as I release my cock from my too tight jeans and take it in hand.

Three strokes and I’m spilling into my palm. I collapse back against the wall and look up into the mirror at my reflection. I need to get it together. There’s no way that a little minx like Emma would want to be with a quiet, stoic, freak like me. Not to mention, she’s obviously all alone and in a tough spot. I’m not going to take advantage of that, of her. I just need to get myself under control.

I grit my teeth as I stuff my still hard cock back into my jeans.

SIX

Emma

I stretch in the bed,wrapping the quilted blanket tighter around me as I sigh. I haven’t slept that good in a while and part of me never wants to leave this bed. Thinking that makes me remember where I am and my mind goes to Heath. I blink my eyes open, listening for any sound that he’s awake and moving around but the place is silent. Sun streams through a crack in the curtains and I jerk up in bed.

“Crap.”

I toss the blankets back, wondering how late it is and how fast I can make something for his breakfast and lunch. I jerk the bedroom door open and freeze when I see that his bedroom door is wide open. His bed is made and I can tell that he’s already left for work.

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