Page 33 of Loving Words
We came together two more times, making sure to take advantage of all three condoms in the pack. I rode him on the chair by the windows, and he took me against the shower wall before I passed out with exhaustion. He wrapped himself around me, kissed my shoulder, and whispered, “Sleep now, princess.”
?Chapter 12
?Jack
Rolling onto my back, I sighed and peered at Kennedy’s sleeping form. A grin tipped the corners of my lips at her naked curves. Her hair was a mess, covering half of her face, one arm flailed in the opposite direction of us and one tantalizing breast peeking out from under the sheet.
Between the nap we’d enjoyed before the party and my brain alerting me to a plot twist I needed to include in a story I hadn’t even written, I was wide awake. There was no way I’d be able to fall back asleep, and I didn’t want to wake my princess.
My princess.
Carefully so as to not wake her, I sat up and shook my head. Kennedy wasn’t my anything. It didn’t matter that no woman had ever made me want them in and out of the bed like she did. This thing between us was new and fresh, and we lived in two different states. Making big plans could spell heartbreak for both of us.
What if she wants to give it a go?I wondered and scrubbed my face with the heels of my hands.
Standing, I found my pants and stepped into them before grabbing my shirt and slipping out of the room. The door shut behind me with a soft click, which I hoped didn’t wake her. Lord knew she needed her sleep.
I slid on my T-shirt and quietly padded down the hall and stairs. As I came around the corner, I froze at the sight before me. Gran was precariously leaning on a two-step stool toward the Christmas tree. Her hands were hoisted above her, doing God only knew what.
Hurrying into the room, I outstretched my hands, ready to catch her. “What on earth are you doing?”
She squealed and turned faster than I’d expected. “What the fuck?”
My brows rose to my hairline in surprise.
“Jack!” she hissed and peered behind me. “Please tell me you’re alone.”
I nodded. Words lodged in my throat at this side of Gran I hadn’t seen.
“Oh, good! Now swear on my life you won’t speak of this.”
I cleared my throat. “Speak of what? You on a step stool, redecorating the tree?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “God bless you...”
I pursed my lips. “Isn’t that an insult for people in the South?”
