Page 14 of The First Time
I try to shake off the thought as I change out of my dress and into my pajamas, but it won't go. I'm already dreading waking up to a quiet house.
By the time I finish washing my face and brushing my teeth, I've managed to push it aside.
I'm ready for bed.
Okay, ready to stroke myself to orgasm thinking about Kit, but that's really all the same. It's going to happen in my bed.
God, I might as well writevirginon my forehead. I'm not usually embarrassed about my lack of experience, but the way Kit looked at me like it sealed my fate as a nice girl who doesn't have any fun...
I grab my cell and plug it into my charger. The phone flashes. I have a text from Kit.
Kit: Let me know you got home okay.
He's checking on me. That's sweet in aI care about my friend's little sister like a sisterkind of way. Really, it's sweet, but I don't need an extra brother. Two is plenty.
Piper: You don't have to do this.
Kit: I don't do anything I don't want to do.
Piper: You don't have to check on me or text me to secure my loyalty. I keep secrets. I won't tell anyone you were at that party.
Kit: I don't do things I don't want to do.
Piper: Ever?
Kit: It's happened before, but it's been a while.
Piper: So you want to be texting me?
Kit: Yes.
Piper: Prove it by texting again tomorrow.
It's a bold ask. I should wish him goodnight and leave him alone. But I like Kit. Not just as a crush. Tonight was fun. Talking to him is fun.
I want to keep it up.
But he's not responding.
I stare at my phone, waiting for a response. My palms sweat. My breath catches. This is taking forever.
A few minutes, forever, same difference.
Kit: I will.
My whole body gets warm and light. I really hope he means it.
Kit: Did you get home okay?
Piper: Smooth sailing, almost no one on the road. I'm in bed, in my pajamas.
Kit: Go to sleep. It's late.
Piper: Then you go to sleep.
Kit: I'm in bed.
Piper: In your pajamas?
