Page 55 of Despite It All
“Okay, I think the rush is over. Abigail should be able to cover the front for a bit.” Winry takes the seat across from me and leans back. “Are we talking about Jett? What’d he give her? Catch me up.”
I open my mouth to tell my side of the story but Waverley gives her lewd version. “Wyla was telling me about howshe took Jett to our favorite spot on the rocks so he could fuck her silly.”
“Oh my gosh, Wav. That’s not what happened!”
It’s not exactly what happened but it was kind of what I hoped for. It wasn’t my first intention but when we made it to that hole in the pier, something in me snapped. We were completely alone. No distractions. No worries of being interrupted by Stevie. It almost felt as if I had been transported back to that hotel five years ago and I couldn’t get the thought of him out of my mind. I needed to feel him.
“Well, consider me intrigued.” Winry smirks. “Tell us, Wyla, what did happen?”
Iquietlyfill them in on how I kissed him and then one thing led to another and I ended up with the first orgasm in five years I didn’t give to myself.
“This makes me so happy.” Waverley beams.
“Well, I’m not happy. What am I supposed to do now? Part of me still thinks it’s a bad idea for us to be together. He may even feel the same because all he said to me last night was goodnight.” I push away my plate with a barely eaten muffin on it.
“What was he supposed to say?” Winry pushes my plate back like the mother she is, with a silent demand to eat it. “I mean, come on. You had both put your daughter to bed,his sisterwas there, and you have stood strong on the no-go front. He was probably wanting you to say something.”
I get what they’re saying, I do, but at the same time. “Couldn’t he at least have said he enjoyed it or something?” I throw my hands up and probably say it a little too loud because my sisters are looking at me with wide eyes.
“I can assure you he did,” an all-too-familiar male voice says behind me.
Fuck my life.
I squeeze my eyes shut like that would rewind time or possibly make him disappear, but I know that’s not going to happen. I turn in my chair to meet him. Why does he always look so good? He’s wearing dark wash jeans and a light blue t-shirt that complements his deep blue eyes. His honey blonde hair still seems a little damp as if he just took a shower. I bet one could inhale and I’d be able to smell his body wash.
“Hey, Jett.”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Hey, Wy. Sorry, Owen told me you were here. Seems we had the same idea for a babysitter.”
“You were going to ask Annabelle to babysit… why?” Is it hot in here? I think I’m sweating.
He takes a quick glance at my sisters then back to me. “I think we have some air to clear. I can wait if—”
“No, she’s done,” Waverley interrupts.
I shoot her a pointed look, but she doesn’t care.
“Yeah, she actually told me I could have her muffin, so no reason to stay.” Winry takes my plate back and shrugs.
“How about spending time with my sisters?” I ask through clenched teeth.
The front door chimes, and Winry shoots up from her seat. “Oh, a customer, got to get back to work. Byeeeeeee.”
Waverley stands from her chair also. “And my sister-meter is full. I’ll talk to you later.” She gives me a wink then she’s out the door.
Jett chuckles then holds out a hand for me. “So, care to go for a walk?”
Jett and I decide to take our walk to the same walking track we took Stevie on the first day. It’s not completely empty but it’s not as crowded and public as walking through town. As we get to the back loop it seems like it’s only us, so we sit on one of the benches in Stevie’s flowergarden.
“It’s nice out again today,” I mumble when the silence feels too much. I feel lame saying it but weather is the ultimate small talk go-to. I guess because it’s so obvious and in your face, unlike my situation with Jett. I don’t know what we are or where we go from here.
“Yeah, it is. Good company too.” Jett gives me a soft smile then takes a deep breath. “I think we need to talk about yesterday.”
I swallow hard. I could be imagining it but I sense regret in his voice and it breaks my heart already. “Yesterday was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
Jett furrows his eyebrows, taken back by my words. “A mistake? That’s what you're going with?”
“Well… wasn’t it? You didn’t say anything last night and there was clearly regret in your tone just now.” Jett opens his mouth to speak but I don’t want to hear anything else. “Don’t worry about it, Jett. We’re still fine to just be co-parents.”
