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“It’s impractical,” I say. “But it’s a damn good show.”
“I don’t really mind it either. When I walked in the other morning, I…”
“That’s why you were so embarrassed. Because you actually do want to see me naked.”
“Well, yeah. I thought that was pretty obvious.”
“Not to me. Because I didn’t figure… Well. You know.”
“Right. It’s impossible. No one would ever suspect this.”
She smiles. And it’s wicked. I want her to stay the night with me. I make that decision then and there. Tonight, she’s mine. And I’m not going to take any arguments about that.
Chapter Twelve
Allison
When I wake up in the morning, I’m completely tangled around Colt. It doesn’t take me even a second to remember where I am or who I’m with. My body is raw and wrung out. I think we had sex four times after we got out of the shower. It doesn’t even seem possible. That’s a total of six times in one day. Granted, there were about ten hours between the first two times, but the others… He’s incredible. And every single time he gave me orgasms that just about sent me into space.
It’s still dark outside, I’m not sure what time it is. I peer over his broad shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. Not quite six. Then I kiss him on the shoulder, and roll out of bed. I need some coffee. Yesterday was just so… nice. I’m not sure I really thought we could have anything that nice.
Even in my wildest sex dreams, I suppose I always thought that if he and I hooked up, it would still be that same snarky, snippy, thing we always have. But yesterday was something deeper. Of course, I don’t know how you can do all those thingsto someone else’s body and not feel closer to them. It’s either that or not be able to look them in the eye.
And his eyes are too pretty for me to never be able to look at them again.
So, accepting that we’re mutually sexually destructive and filthy is our only option, really.
I’m not sure if I like it. It would be more comfortable if we were just what we were. If sex didn’t change anything. I’ve had plenty of non-transformative sex. Of course with him it would be different. I should have known.
Right now, though, it’s just us. There is no one else involved in this. It’s just us.
And maybe it doesn’t matter that it’s changing things, because we are in this little cocoon. I feel guilty thinking of his injury as protective in some ways. But it is. It gives us this buffer. This time.
He wakes up, rolls over to me, and pulls me into his arms. And wakes me up the same way he put me to sleep.
And that’s how things are. For a couple of weeks. Just the two of us running on orgasms and lack of sleep. Sitting together on the couch, me wearing my hoodie and curled up in his lap. Him curled up in mine. I’ve watched more baseball than I ever care to see again. We find reasons not to go to our parents’ house for dinner together. He goes once without me, and I go without him. Gentry and Lily drive him, though, the truth is he could probably drive himself at this point.
I’ve spent every night at his house, and I have some conflicting feelings about that. About whether or not I should be doing it. Whether or not we should be this careless. But we are.
We’ve burned through so many condoms that I had to get more. I absolutely did a grocery order just for that. I didn’t want to go in person to get them, which is funny, because I wouldn’t normally think that much about it. But knowing who I’m usingthem with… Yeah. That is the issue. At least, I’m worried that people will somehow magically see through my brain and get visions of who it is I’m sleeping with. Can’t have that.
No. I can’t have that.
This is fake, and I know it. But there’s been some very real stuff in the middle of it all.
We’ve talked more than we ever have. Even though he’s been my stepbrother for about ten years, he’s never been my friend. He was always Gentry’s friend. There was a very clear line between Colt and me. Now, that line really isn’t there. I haven’t told him everything. Like how intense my crush on him was, or why I went and lost my virginity when I was sixteen, to escape the gagging desire that I felt for him. I don’t know that there’s any reason to debase myself.
But we shared a lot of things. Him not having his dad, and me not having my mom affected us. Still affects us. And the way my dad, his mom, have healed parts of us by being the best stepparents imaginable.
He’s a lot more mobile on his crutches than he was a month ago. It’s not even comparable. It makes me wonder if he really will surprise everybody. If he really will heal better than anybody thought. If I were in a different place with him emotionally, I think that would annoy me. That somehow Colt Campbell was managing to dodge the serious repercussions of his injury. Of course, I could never really be annoyed about that. I don’t want him hurt.
I also don’t really want to leave again.
But he will. So will I. Fall term, I’ll be out of here. He’ll be doing well enough that he might even be off his crutches.
“I have the day off,” I say that morning as I make coffee. “I was kind of wondering if you wanted to go to Medicine Lake?”
“Oh. Why Medicine Lake?”
