Page 69 of This Memory
With a chuckle, I moved up her body and kissed her. She laughed and pulled me close to bridge the gap between us.
The kiss was soft and sweet, and Brystol moaned when our tongues touched. She moved her hand down and grabbed my hard length…and before anything more could happen, the doorbell rang.
We broke the kiss as Brystol asked, “Who in the world could that be? What time is it?”
“Seven.”
“Maybe they’ll go away.”
We waited in silence for a few minutes before the doorbell rang again, followed by loud knocking.
“I think someone wants to talk to you.”
She glanced over to the bedside table, then cursed. “I must have left my phone in my purse.”
I smiled. “We did kind of drop everything to get to your bedroom.”
Brystol giggled, and I felt my chest swell. I loved making her laugh…and intended to do it for the rest of our lives.
Someone pounded on the door again.
“It’s probably my mother, worried because she couldn’t get a hold of me,” she said, as she slipped out of bed and rushed over to her dresser. She pulled on sweats, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. “If you hear my mother, stay here.”
I watched with a smile on my face as she hurried out of her bedroom. Then I quickly gathered up my own clothes and headed to the bathroom.
I stopped when I heard Evelyn’s raised voice.
“Shit,” I said, as I quickly got dressed.
“I was worried, Brystol! I tried calling you last night, this morning, and nothing.”
“I was out to dinner on a date, and my phone was in my purse, Evelyn.”
“Great.” I heard Denny say, as I neared the living room. “Now that you know she’s okay, we can leave her alone.”
No one saw me enter the room, so I leaned against the wall and stayed silent.
“Don’t you have to be at the toy store?” Evelyn asked.
Brystol stared at her. “It’s seven in the morning, and we don’t even open until ten. Are you keeping tabs on me, Eve?”
“No, of course not, but it looks like you just woke up.”
Laughing, Brystol said, “Because Idid.”
Denny looked over and saw me. He got a huge smile on his face—and then, as if he remembered something, a look of panic suddenly appeared.
“Evelyn, Brystol is fine, let’s head out.”
As Denny tried to block Evelyn’s view of me, I realized he didn’t want her to see me at Brystol’s house for some reason, so I turned and tried to leave the room…when I heard my name.
“Gavin? What are you doing here?”
Closing my eyes, I silently cursed.
Slowly, I turned and smiled. “Hey, Denny, Evelyn.”
Evelyn looked from me to Brystol, back to me, and finally to Brystol again. “Oh my God.”
