Page 72 of Sparks Flying

“Oh. Well, it’s a start, I guess.”

I set out the trays Mom had delivered, and we sat down to eat in companionable silence. It was nice and ordinary. I didn’t really do ordinary with the women I dated. This was nice.

After dinner, Bailey left and when she didn’t return immediately, I thought she was going to hold true to what she’d told Mom.

My raven was on the verge of losing it, so I left my room to go and find her. She was in Gia’s bedroom, walking out of the bathroom with dripping wet hair and nothing but a towel covering her body.

“Took you long enough. You missed the shower. Did you lock the door behind you?”

“What?”

“I told your mother I was going back to this room and locking the door for the night.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie to your mother, Dean.”

“This is ridiculous, babe. And it’s completely unnecessary.”

“It is necessary. I would like it very much if she didn’t hate me. Now I told her I was coming here and locking the door for the night. So lock the door already.”

“Can I stay over, though?”

“I cannot be responsible for what you do. I only told her I’d sleep here and lock the door.”

I grinned. “Smart girl.”

Locking the door to the room, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. Gia’s room was a lot smaller than mine, with no couch or gaming center, just the bed.

I yawned.

“I agree. It’s been a very long day. Can we just sleep?”

“I’ll try to keep my hands to myself. No promises, though,” I warned her.

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Day 2.

Bailey was holding onto her word. She kissed me and that was it. All clothing stayed on. If I tried to touch her, she pulled away. She was driving me nuts.

Most of the day we spent playing video games, eating, talking, and oddly enough, sometimes Mom joined in on our chats. She was still entirely clueless about who Bailey was to me, though.

By mid-afternoon, I found myself counting down the seconds until bedtime.

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Day 3.

I dreamed of making love to her last night. It was like an addiction. All I did was think about Bailey, think about kissing her, think about exploring her gorgeous body, think about all the ways I could make her come. I couldn’t wait to sink myself deep inside of her. It was becoming a problem. I was pretty sure I was addicted to her and maybe turning into a sex addict, too. How could I crave something I’ve never had before?

The irony of people thinking I was already a sex addict was not lost on me. This was not the same. I craved far more than just the physical connection with her. I wanted it all.

Mom stopped by again, but only to have lunch with us back in my room. My Aunt Ginny was hosting an evening garden party, so both of my parents were out for the evening.

Bailey still held firm.

I wasn’t sure if she was punishing me, still embarrassed at my mother walking in on us, or just truly that stubborn when she set her mind to something.

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