Page 42 of Unsupervised
“Fair enough,” I tell him, passing him to head back to Kelly’s bedroom.
“Right, you should get back to the adulting lessons. Although, I guess sex ed would technically be considered…”
His voice fades then cuts off as I shut Kelly’s bedroom door. She walks out of the bathroom and looks up at me, blinking like she hasn’t been in sunlight in years. “Was that Owen?”
I can smell the minty scent of her toothpaste when she passes me and crawls back into bed. “Yes, and he never shuts up.”
Her smile is short and sweet. Sitting up, she leans her forehead on her palm. “I might be having an aneurysm. No way a hangover can be this bad.”
“How’s your stomach?”
“I don’t feel sick.”
“Here. Water and Ibuprofen. Then shower and coffee, you’ll feel like new.”
She swallows the pills, guzzles half the water bottle, then falls back on the bed. “Nap, then shower and coffee. I don’t have to work today.”
I sit on the bed beside her. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when you kissed me. I didn’t want you to quit my class and lose a credit.”
Her lips twitch as if she’s holding back a smile. “I didn’t quit because of you. I quit because it’s boring and I’m not interested in economics.”
With my hand over my heart, I wince. “Ouch, why don’t you just tell me I’m ugly and I smell bad too?”
Giggling, she lies with her cheek on her hand, gazing up at me. “I said economics is boring, not you. If it makes you feel better, I kind of hate all my classes except music. Which reminds me, I’m going to talk to the activities director about putting on a small concert for the retirement home. I need a community project for music class.”
“I’m sure they’d love that.” Her eyes stay on mine when I lie down beside her and run my fingers through her hair. “You bought my grandmother light up shoes.”
A shy smile blooms, and she shrugs. “It’s what she wanted. Her friend has a pair of them.”
“She loves them. Had them on and was showing anyone who would look how they flashed. It was really sweet of you.” Before she can respond, I kiss her. It’s just a light, quick brush of the lips, but not for long. Taking her face in my hands, I do what I’ve wanted to since the second I saw her.
Her hand slides into my hair and she lets out a small moan as I kiss the hell out of her. Her pulse beats under my tongue when I move on top of her, kissing down her neck. She runs her hands up and down my back, then squeezes my ass. The way her cheeks start to glow when I push her shirt up and take a moment to admire her is sexy as hell. She doesn’t hesitate to make the first move but is shy enough to blush when I see her tits. It’s such a strange mix of innocent and assertiveness that’s completely disarming. Even more so because she doesn’t seem to know she’s doing it. It’s not an act. She’s not playing coy. It’s just her.
A sharp knock on the door makes both of us jump and she pulls her shirt down. “Unless someone is dead, go away!” she shouts.
A snort of laughter is followed by Serena’s voice. “Trey is going to be here in a few minutes with registration paperwork for your scooter. Might want to have pants on.”
“Who’s Trey?” I whisper, seeing how her eyes widen.
“My older brother. He’s kind of overprotective. This might not be the best time for you two to meet.”
No, probably not. Especially since this wasn’t what I was planning to do. I wanted to bring her birthday gifts and ask her out.
Still on top of her, I plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Can I see you tonight? I can cook for you at my place, or we can go out for dinner and a movie.”
The long pause while she blinks up at me isn’t exactly comforting. “Won’t you get in trouble dating me? I don’t want you to lose your job.”
“You aren’t my student anymore. As long as we don’t advertise it at school, I’m not concerned. It’s not like you’re underage.”
Her smile is teasing. “I don’t know. You’re awfully old.”
“I’m twenty-eight,” I growl, burying my face in her neck to suck the soft place just behind her ear.
“Okay,” she gasps. “You talked me into it.” She sucks on her bottom lip when I gaze down at her.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”
Her words come out on a near whisper. “I can’t wait to find out.”
