Page 94 of Game Changer
“Oh.”I consider that.“That makes sense, I guess.But are you sure you’re okay with me being here when they come?They’re going to ask questions.”
His jaw tightens.“We’ll tell them the truth.We’re friends.”
Friends who fuck.Friends how know how each other taste.Who know how it feels when he’s inside me.
One more week.Well, ten days.
I watch Jax lean back in the chair on the deck.He stares out at the lake, his expression impassive.My Spidey senses tingle, and I feel like he’s not happy about me leaving either.
But we agreed.We agreed this would end when we’re back in Chicago.I can’t hide out here forever.
I’m freaking out.I admit I’m freaking out.
The sound of a car door closing outside makes me jump.
They’re here.
Jax’s mom and grandparents are coming today and I’ve had a ball of anxiety knotted in my stomach all day.I don’t know why.I guess I’m worried what they’re going to think of me being here.
I swallow and press a hand to my belly as Jax strides out, across the porch and throws open the door.“Hey!You’re here!”
“We’re here!We made it!”a light, feminine voice calls.“Come give me a hug!”
I follow along behind Jax and stand at the door as he jogs down the steps and hugs his mom.
She’s tall, but compared to him she’s not.She squeezes him then steps back, beaming, studying him.“You look great.All tanned and relaxed.You must be enjoying your summer.”
“It’s been awesome.”
An older man emerges from the back seat of the Chevrolet Malibu, and Jax hugs him too, then his grandma who was in the front passenger seat.
Victoria Wynn catches sight of me and pauses, cocking her head.Then she smiles faintly.
She’s so pretty—high cheekbones and a slightly pointy chin, her short, layered hair in tousled waves, a warm brown with gold highlights.A pair of rectangular dark brown glasses sit on her small nose.
“Let me introduce you to Molly,” Jax says, leading his grandma toward the door.“Molly, this is my grandma, Pat Thompson.”
“Hello.”Mrs.Thompson wears an expression identical to her daughter’s, and I see a definite family resemblance.“Nice to meet you, Molly.”
“Hi!”I step forward to shake hands.
“This is my grandpa, Gary.”
I shake hands with him too as he eyes me appraisingly.
“And my mom, Tori.”
I shake her hand also.
“Everyone, this is Molly Flynn, a friend of mine from Chicago.”
“So nice to meet you all,” I say, hoping they didn’t notice how sweaty my hand is.
Jax helps bring in their bags.We’ve sorted out sleeping arrangements.I’ve been sleeping with Jax every night since that first night we had sex, many of my things gradually migrating into the master bedroom.I’ve moved all those back to my own room.
Jax carries his grandparents’ bag into the master bedroom, which he’ll vacate temporarily.His mom is taking the other bedroom and Jax is going to sleep on one of the pull-out couches in the living room for a few nights.
It’s just after noon and we picked up some things for an easy lunch, so I busy myself in the kitchen setting out deli meats, crusty rolls from the amazing bakery, and a big salad.Mrs.Thompson enters the kitchen.
