Page 243 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

Alex’s house was as messy-clean as we’d left it. The dishes were still sitting on the counter, dry now—a reminder of how quickly we’d left the previous day when we’d realized we were running late. Cum-stained and flushed, we’d abandoned responsibility in a way both of us rarely did.

This…didn’t feel like that.

Leaving behind my career.

Leaving New York.

It didn’t feel like a rash decision—even though it kind of was. Even though it was ridiculous, really. Even though by all rights it should makenosense. And yet…it did.

I was abandoning a miserable, monotonous life for the chance at one that could be everything I’d always dreamed. There was nothing more logical than that.

“Are you going to come back home?” Mom asked when I’d called her next. Alex and I were still warm from the shower we’d shared. We’d warmed up in other ways too. Ways that involved mouths, and fingers, and the bottle of lube that Alex apparently kept in his shower.

Another round of that syrupy slow, delightful sex we’d shared in his bed yesterday morning.

More kisses.

“What do you mean?” I asked, shaking away the inappropriate memories.

“For dinner, before you leave,” Mom explained.

“Maybe.” Alex’s hands were on my feet, kneading the arches, his blue eyes watching me hungrily—like even though he’d just had his dick so far inside me I could still feel his cum leaking out—he was ready for another round. “I need to hunt for an apartment. Alex said he’d—” I bit my lip as he pushed his thumb in deeper.

“Alex is helping you?” Mom’s voice quivered with amusement. “Of course he is.”

“Anyway. I’ll um. I’ll be back permanently soon. If we can swing by later, we will. But we’ll be pretty swamped apartment hunting in Columbus for the few days I’ve extended my trip—and afterward, Alex took time off to come with me to New York to get my life packed up.”

When I’d told Missy about my plan to live there a few months while she’d found a new roommate she’d immediately shot me down. Apparently, she already had someone in mind, and didn’t think it was necessary for me to drag out the inevitable. Plus, and I quote, “That way, Lord-Ass-Face can’t beat your door down now that he knows you’re leaving.”

She’d never liked Brendon.

A fact that brought me glee now that I was well and truly over him.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out,” Mom said, again, delighted. “And you’re…”

“Happy?” Alex’s smile curled at the corners, his eyes drifting up my body, settling on my mouth as I spoke. “I’m very happy,” I confirmed.

It felt odd to admit that.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d said such a thing.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you,” Mom said. “I could not be more proud.” Mom’s voice was full of acceptance, of blatant affection—and relief, almost. And suddenly, any lingering anxiety I might’ve had over her reactionto the news was gone. Just like that.

“We’ll come to dinner.” We were busy, yes. But…

“Monday?” Alex offered. “I’ll drive us.”

I’d make time.

“Monday,” I repeated.

“I’ll make your favorite,” Mom promised. She went quiet, her words muffled as she turned from the phone to yell at someone. Presumably Joe. “That goes in the other truck!” When she came back on the line, her voice was sugary sweet again. “I gotta go, sweetheart. Joe’s making a mess.”

“That’s okay, Mom.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Tha—”

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