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“You know it.”

I wait for them to go inside, and I wonder what is going on that has Ms. J so upset. Shaking my head, I back out of the driveway and wonder if I should have told Aaron that I wanted to go to the dance with him.

CHAPTER TWO

My mom has been bitching non-stop for three hours. My brother signed up for the Marines, and I’m proud of him. Kaylee has been crying and I don’t understand it.

Going to my room, I think about Julie always being there for us and how I wish I could take her to the dance. My cock throbs at the idea of seeing her round, perky breasts bouncing on me as she sits on my cock.

“Fuck.” I moan and throw myself down on the bed. The thought of Julie wanting me as much as I want her makes me ache. And that kiss last night. Goddamn, she’s so inexperienced, she didn’t even kiss me back. But I could tell she enjoyed it. Her little whimper told me all I needed to know.

Looking at the clock, I groan. Julie will be at work at this hour. I can’t believe her parents left her all alone to go on a safari in Africa for the year.

“Screw it,” I mumble and get my phone out.

Me

Hey Ju-Ju

Even if she’s working, she’ll still answer me. Sometimes, I have to wait a bit, but it doesn’t seem that way today.

Ju-Ju

Hey A-bear. Is everything alright?

Me

Yup. Just wondering if I could stay the night again. Mom’s still screaming.

That’s not a lie. Mom’s been going on for hours about how Bry could even think about going to the military. It was irresponsible. I think she is just scared to let him go.

Ju-Ju

Of course. You know where the key is.

I send her a smiley face emoji and pack a bag. Staying here isn’t going to work for me. My need for Julie is getting worse. Even if all I ever get to do is hold her while she sleeps, it’s enough. Taking my overnight bag, I slip out the back of my house. It’s only a four-block hike to her house through our neighborhood. If I had a car, it’d be faster, but walking will give me time to get out of my head about things.

* * *

Julie called me twenty minutes ago, letting me know she was on her way home. I told her I had food for her, and the little giggle she gave me flustered me.

When we are alone, I feel like my world is complete. I know I shouldn’t take these moments with her if I’m not going to take them in public. But I can’t help myself.

Letting her go isn’t an option, so I set the table with her hot chocolate and pancakes. It’s a simple thing to fix, but it’s Julie’s favorite food besides bacon.

“A-bear?” Her delicate voice floats from the front door, making my body shiver with the need to consume her. Stuffing my inappropriate thoughts away for now, I walk into the front room and smile.

“Ju-Ju, come on. Pancakes await you.” Her curly red-brown hair shakes as she laughs. She dyed a few strands for the game coming up. We are going to state, and even though she cannot be there because she has to work, it’s her way of showing her school pride.

She takes my hand, and her warmth fills me. “Is your mom going to be mad if you are here?”

I shrug. It’s not like I give a damn. “Mom is going nuts about Bry. I won’t even be missed.”

“What’s going on with Bryson?” Her hand squeezes mine, and my whole body lights up with the need to kiss her. Before I can answer her question, she speaks, and those words make me ache. “Well, I miss you every time I drop you off and have to come home to this empty house.”

Dammit, I hate that she’s alone and that her parents don’t give enough of a damn to be here for her. She’s only eighteen and shouldn’t have to fend for herself while still going to high school.

“Bryson signed up for the military.” I give a half smile and she frowns.

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