Page 52 of Unforgivable Ties

She picked Graham up while muttering something about getting back to her husband.

“Yours is down the hall and to the left,” my mom said.

My mother wished Stephanie and I a good night before walking upstairs. The two of us walked to our bedroom in silence, and I could almost hear the gears in her head turning.

“Go sleep on the sofa,” Stephanie hissed at me as the bedroom door shut behind us.

“That’d be pretty weird if someone saw. We are ‘dating,’ after all.”

“I’m just your stand in girlfriend! That doesn’t involve sharing a bed with you,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, either with anger or embarrassment, I wasn’t sure.

“Then don’t,” I shrugged.

I stripped off my t-shirt and Stephanie whirled the other way. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting ready for bed,” I said, unbuckling my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. I threw my discarded pile of clothes into the corner of the room and pulled back the comforter on the bed.

“Hold on a minute, I’m sleeping on the bed—” Stephanie said, whirling back around. She turned a brighter shade of red seeing me in just my underwear. “Oh my god!”

“Calm down,” I said, sliding under the covers. “And you can sleep in the bed, too. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

I did care. I didn’t want her to sleep on the wood floor. If I had to, I’d wait until she was asleep and drag her into bed with me.

“How are we both supposed to fit? You take up a ton of it!” she said.

The full sized bed was overflowing with my body, my 6’7” height causing my legs to dangle off the end and my broad shoulders taking up a significant portion of the width. Themattress strained under my weight, creaking and groaning with each shift of my body. It felt like I was trying to fit into a child’s bed.

“I’ll sleep on my side and you can have the rest. There’ll be more than enough room,” I suggested, turning onto my side to demonstrate. Yes, I filled a large portion of the bed, but not so much that she couldn’t have a decent corner to herself.

“Fine,” she sighed.

“Going to sleep in your jeans?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“We didn’t bring a change of clothes!” she said. “Turn over!”

“Why? I’ve seen you in your panties before.”

That was a day I had committed to memory; the sight of Stephanie in her underwear with me pressing her against the wall, grinding my dick into her. I’d give almost anything to grab her ass again, to touch her the way I did that day. But not now, not under these circumstances.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, stripping off her t-shirt.

It was hard for me to keep it together. Her bra was cute, pink lace with little flower decorations. When she dropped her jeans and I saw her matching thong, I nearly lost my mind, and had to take a deep breath to restrain myself from pouncing on her.

“You better not try to have sex with me,” she glared at me as she slipped under the covers.

“Ha. I’m not going to try to fuck you.” I placed a teasing hand on her hip and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “It’d feel so good you’d wake everyone in the house up with your screaming.”

She let out a small gasp and a blush crept up her cheeks, which she attempted to hide by tucking herself under the covers. She was clearly flustered, and I couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped my lips.

I pulled away from her, taking my hand on off her hip. “And I don’t have a condom.”

“Such a crude mouth,” she murmured, facing away from me.

“Goodnight, Stephanie.”

Stephanie

Iwas in a dazed state between sleeping and waking, where my consciousness wasn’t fully there. But, I knew I was warm, finally. I had nearly froze trying to fall asleep last night—there weren’t enough blankets, and I was only in my underwear.

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