Page 44 of When We Were Younger

I guess Bob Linden isn't just the only Uber driver in town. He's also the town delivery boy. He mumbles something about fresh donuts and hot coffee, and I go red all over. Panicking, I slam the door shut and run into Stephen's room. I climb into bed and pull the covers over my head.

Maybe if I count backward from ten enough times, I can turn back time and not open Stephen Hudson's front door in the buff.

A few minutes later, the door opens and then I feel Daisy May hop into the bed. Stephen isn't far behind, calling into the room as his footsteps grow closer.

"So funny thing, sweetheart. Daisy May and I were rounding the block when I noticed Bob Linden peeling off down the street like he'd just committed grand theft auto."

I groan.

"But even funnier, not two minutes later, I get a very interesting call from Mrs. Rosemarie Linden," he continues, and I pull the covers tighter over my face.

"And wow, look at that. Now I've got a text from my mom. And one from Mrs. Johnson down at Liquor World." His phone beeps again. "Oh, wow. Even Linda Parker is messaging me."

I throw the blankets over my head and glare at him.

"The mayor of Fox Hole has better things to do than text you, Stephen."

"Are you sure about that?" He shows me his phone, and sure enough, there's a message from Linda Parker right on the screen. "The mayor of Fox Hole wants to know if you were really propositioning Bob Linden for a threesome with you and me this morning."

"I thought it was you at the door!" I whack him with a pillow.

"Why would you think I was knocking on my own door?" He asks, laughing. It should be annoying, the way he finds humor in my humiliation, but it only serves to make me laugh, too.

"You left your keys on the counter!"

"Those are my spares, Dorothea. But I do appreciate that you were wanting to give me a sexy little peep show. In fact, if I go outside right now and pretend to be Bob, can I get a repeat performance?"

I go to whack him with the pillow again, but this time he dodges my blow. I pout, and he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to my cheek.

"Seriously though, are you okay? News travels fast around here. I don't think there's any chance of hiding that we're spending time together, now," he says, and I shrug. Honestly, it's fine. The whole town knowing Bob Linden knows what my nipple looks like? That part I could live without. But the whole town knowing that Stephen knows what my nipples look like? I'm very much okay with that. In fact, I like it. I want them to know that he's mine, if only just for now.

Still, I decide to cash in on some of the sympathy he's showing for me right now.

"I'll be okay if you bring me a strawberry sprinkle donut and eat my pussy while I eat my breakfast," I say with a lift of my eyebrow, and Stephen growls.

He's off to the kitchen like lightning and when he returns, my taste buds enjoy the heaven that is Miss Pattie's strawberry sprinkle donut while my body enjoys the heaven that is Stephen Hudson's wicked tongue.

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DOTTIE

Pussy Posse Group Chat

Rachel

So what's the deal? Kira and Dottie, you two just run off to Tennessee, and Georgie and I become chopped liver?

Georgie

We're hurt. Truly hurt. How could you forget us so easily?

Kira

I didn't forget you! I could never forget either of your cute little booties. My dads and brother have been occupying my time. Who knew being the only girl in the family would be so exhausting? They're so needy.

Rachel

And Dottie? Hello? Earth to Dottie!What's your excuse?

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