Page 15 of My Favorite Girl

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

Fuck. Yes.Please.

I shut the laptop and place it onto my bedside table, along with switching the neon light off, leaving us in darkness. My arms slide around Ally as I pull her into a hug beneath the covers, her back flush to my chest, my lips on the nape of her neck, and with my hand pressed to her lower stomach. Dad and Amabella would freak out if they found us in bed like this, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.

I feel Ally’s breath accelerate. Her heart is pounding as fast as mine. Though I’ve been in bed with a lot of girls, this is all new for me. I’ve never actually slept next to a girl or even cuddled. I could get used to this with Ally.

“Your dress is ridiculous,” I murmur, the fabric all bunched up and bulky beneath my hand.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. I love everything you wear. I was referring to your dress being ridiculous sleepwear.” I think back to how much I liked Ally wearing my hoodie that first night at the beach house. “You want to wear one of my shirts instead?”

She hesitates before answering with a nod.

Using my phone flashlight, I grab a shirt from my drawer and pass it to Ally. Once the flashlight is off and I’m back in bed, Ally changes into my shirt and returns to my arms. Fucking perfection.

“You love everything I wear?” she asks quietly.

“Yeah. I love your style. Cute and innocent, much like you as a person.”

Her breath shudders. She’s so warm in my arms. “I don’t feel very innocent right now. But technically we’re not doing anything wrong, just hugging in bed. Friends can hug.”

“Right.” She’s not my stepsister yet. That’s what I tell myself.

This thing between us is intimate but completely innocent, and that’s the way it has to stay because I can’t fuck Ally, no matter how bad I want to.

Chapter 6

Dan

Six weeks later, Wednesday, October 15

The neon cards

One minute past midnight. It’s not my birthday anymore. Thank fuck.

I arrive home, drunk, in a terrible mood, and with the brunette who insisted she come home with me to make me feel better. Ally is spending the night at her uncle Daxton’s apartment, otherwise there’s no way I would have invited the brunette back here. We met at a random party tonight. She tells me her name is Tiffany.

She clutches my hand with reservation as soon as we step through the front door. “The lights are on. I thought you said everyone would be asleep.”

“They are asleep.”

Amabella probably left the lights on for me. She does motherly things like that. Any other day of the year I’d appreciate her maternal ways. Right now, it’s a reminder of how I’ve never known my own mother.

For the past couple of years, I’ve spent each birthday drunk and away from my family because it’s easier this way, to block out that my mother died giving birth to me and how my father never formed a bond with me because of it. I’ve never stopped feeling guilty over my brothers growing up without their mother. I’d rather not spend the day pretending to be happy. Most of all, I can’t deal with my father acting as though we have any kind of relationship.

He and my brothers know to give me space on this day. Ally and Amabella are new to the scene and insisted on celebrating my birthday. It took some convincing for them to agree that I be left alone.

The alcohol’s buzz is wearing off. I need a distraction from the weight of my birthday and how every day, all day, all I can think about is undressing Ally and kissing every part of her body. She recently told me she’s a virgin. I’d already guessed as much, but hearing the words made me that much more desperate to take her first time and teach her how to ride my cock.

Just thinking about that visual has me hard right now. The brunette notices and smiles. It’s a sloppy smile, impacted by the alcohol. But she’s only drunk enough to be tipsy, so I don’t feel bad leading her to my bedroom. I need to fuck something hard and come to the thought of my pretty blond.

As soon as I’ve closed my bedroom door behind us, Tiffany is tugging off my jacket and shirt. She strips out of her dress, completely naked but for a thong.

Someone knocks on the door. “I’m busy,” I call, staring at the tits in front of me.

“Dan?”

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