Page 26 of Your Pucking Mom

He let go of my hand and ran the pad of his thumb across my full lips.

“You need to go.”

God, I wanted to explain everything to him. I wanted to tell him this was a huge misunderstanding, and I was living with all this shame from my narcissistic mother. I wanted to tell him I’d been raising a child since I was a child and still had no clue what I was supposed to do in life, especially in…whatever this situationship was budding to be.

“Yes.” I sighed, and he gave me a tight-lipped smile.

I followed him back into the living area, then he disappeared and returned shortly with my pants.

“Good news or bad first?” he asked.

“Ugh. Good first.”

There’d already been way too much bad news for one person to handle for tonight.

“Your pants and underwear are dry.” He lifted my jeans, and I smiled, plucking them from his hand.

I wish I could’ve taken a shower first so I wasn’t all sticky getting into these.

“Thank you,” I said, slipping into the jeans. “The bad news?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he went to pick up his discarded clothes. I was disappointed I never got to see his chest.

No, worse. I was devastated that tonight ended how it did because all I was trying to do was live for myself for once. This was the karma I got for trying to do that.

“Your shirt is still wet,” Ledger said, coming from the laundry room. “I forgot to put it in, and then?—”

“It’s okay.”

Fuck. Fuck. It wasn’t like I could go down to Austin’s room shirtless. I looked down at my shirt, the bottom was sticky from the dried-up cum, but if I tucked it into the jeans, then I may just get away with it.

“This is not the time to say this, but…” Ledger trailed off, and I paused, narrowing my eyes at him to encourage him to continue. “I think it’s so fucking hot you’re walking out of here with your wetness stained on my shirt.”

Shyly, I looked down at the floor, then back up at him. The corners of my lip twisted into a smirk, and I had to suppress a laugh. “Don’t worry about the shirt. Keep it as a trophy.”

“Ew,” I said but was still smiling ear-to-ear. I adjusted the shirt to hopefully make it look somewhat intentional.

When I managed to get the shirt looking halfway decent, I grabbed the phone from the counter and shoved it in my back pocket before picking up my purse.

“Thanks again,” I said as I spun back toward the front door.

“Wait.” Ledger walked toward me, blocking the exit. I glanced over at the clock on the microwave. It had been twenty minutes of this, so I really needed to get down to Austin.

“I need to see you again. I need to?—”

I lifted my hand, resting them on his chest. “This was fun, but I have to go…”

“The person you’re taking care of got hurt?” he asked.

“Yes. They need me right now, and at this point in my life, they have to be my priority.” Saying the words physically hurt. Even in the back of my mind, I wasn’t sure if I believed anything I was saying.

“I understand.” Ledger swallowed.

I had to keep reminding myself that this was a one-time thing. There could be nothing else. It was fun and freeing. Maybe it taught me a lesson or two that I’d learn later on, but it had to be about Austin.

“Can I have your—” Ledger stopped, then looked down and back at the door. “I’m blocking you.”

There was a level of panic in his eyes as he shifted away from the doorway. “I—you should go.”

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