Page 46 of The Heavier The Chains…
I knew it wasn’t so much that Mom approved of me having a girl in my bed, but I’ve always been respectful of her, Edie, and our home. I’ve never had a party here. I’ve never had people here, besides Lars and Hunter. I’ve always cleaned up, took care of Edie, and respected that, while she was never home, Mom was doing her best, and it was her paychecks that paid the mortgage on this place.
So, seeing Kenzlee, with her hand in mine, Mom immediately knew she was special. She knew there’s only one reason why Kenzlee would be in her home.
Because I loved her.
Now, lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, there was nothing I wanted more than to have Kenzlee back in my bed.
I grabbed my phone and called her. Fuck texting. I needed to hear her voice. “Hey,” I said when she answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” came her soft whisper.
“You sleeping?” I hadn’t really given the time much thought, but I felt wide awake.
“No,” she replied. “I was just…”
I laughed.God, we were pathetic. “You were just in bed thinking of me?”
Kenzlee chuckled. “Yeah, that. How d’you know?”
“Why do you think I called you?” I countered.
“Because you wanted to have phone sex?” she teased.
“The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind,” I told her, honestly. “Now, how’s that for being pussy whipped, without the pussy?”
She was quiet for a few seconds before asking, “So, why d’you call, if not to have phone sex?”
“Quit saying that,” I warned. “You’re going to make me start thinking about phone sex.”
I could hear some shuffling, and it sounded like she was getting comfortable. “Okay,” she said. “No more p.s.”
“Great,” I laughed. “Now that’s all I’m going to think about anytime someone uses those letters.”
She laughed. “Can I ask you something, Talon?”
“Anything,” I replied meaning it.
“You promise your mother doesn’t think I’m some sort of cheap floozy out to corrupt her precious son?”
I sighed but was smiling. “I promise you, White. My mother doesn’t think any such thing. Christ, woman, she wouldn’t have driven you home if she had.”
“That was so embarrassing, Talon,” she whined. “I mean, really, really embarrassing.”
“Hey, you can’t blame me for that,” I reminded her. “I had every intention of protecting your virtue. You’re the one who let your guilt spew out the dirty details.”
“Not funny,” she growled
I disagreed. “It was a bit funny.”
“So, are you ever going to get around to telling me why you called?” she asked, changing the subject.
“I called because I wanted to talk to you,” I told her.
“About what?” She sounded genuinely curious, and that bothered me. It was as if she didn’t think I’d want to talk to her.
“Everything,” I admitted. “I hardly know you, and…that doesn’t sit well with me, White.” And it didn’t. Here I was, telling this girl I loved her, bringing her to my house, and I knew the bare minimum.
I could hear the smile in her voice. “What do you want to know?”
