Page 62 of The Truth in My Lies (Secrets of Suburbi 1)

Take me.

“Someone’s knocking on your door,” he whispered against my lips.

That was a weird metaphor, but I didn’t mind. I was weird too. “And my door is open for business.”

He laughed, pulling back slightly. “No, Addy. Someone’s knocking upstairs.”

“Oh. Ignore it.” I tightened my grip on the back of his neck. He was about to lean back down to kiss me when I heard it again. “Wait.” I put my hand on his chest. “No. I need to get that. I have no idea who it is.”

“So let them walk away.”

“No one ever visits me. Ever. I mean, except you. It could be important.” I always hoped for bad news. A plane crash. A car explosion. A random bird attack. Death by birds would be a terribly wonderful way to go. I desperately wanted it to be bad news that I would find good. What if my problem had just disappeared?

I slid out from underneath of Ben. “I’ll be right back.” I was halfway up the stairs when I turned back to him.

He was adjusting his pants.

His pants. And there was a noticeable bulge pressing against his zipper. Jesus, what is wrong with me? Why did I have to break that connection? I swallowed down the moan in my throat.

The knock sounded above again.

“Ben, can you come up? I mean, no stay down here.” Oh frick buckets. What was I supposed to do with him? “Yeah, come up.”

He laughed as he looked around the basement.

Stop doing that! “Ben, please.” I couldn’t have him looking around.

Another knock.

Damn it. “Can you just close your eyes for a minute?”

He laughed and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. “You want me to just stand down here and close my eyes?”

Bang, bang, bang.

“Yes! Please, I mean.”

“Well, since you said please.” He placed his hand on the banister and slowly closed his eyes.

Oh, you’re a freaking prince, Ben Jones. “I’ll be right back.” I stumbled up the stairs and down the hall. I was completely out of breath when I threw open the door.

Charlotte was just walking off the front porch. She turned around at the sound of the door opening.

“Adeline. You poor thing.” She hurried back up to the door.

Why was she saying that to me? I ran my fingers through my hair. I thought about being pressed against the floor, laughing hysterically. Oh my God, I have sex hair. I have sex hair and I didn’t even have sex! I could feel the color rising to my cheeks.

“Did I wake you, hon?” she asked.

Oh phew. Not sex hair then. Just crazy sleep hair. “Yes. I’ve been so exhausted ever since I hurt my ankle. I guess healing takes it out of me.” I laughed awkwardly. “Um…what’s up, Charlotte?”

She raised her eyebrow. “Nothing is up with me.” Her tone couldn’t have been any snootier.

Geez, she knew what I meant. Why did she have to be such a witch? I could have sworn she gave me an up-down with her prissy gaze.

“I just wanted to check up on you. To see how you were feeling.” She smiled sweetly.

“Oh that was really kind of you. But as you can see, I’m good. Thanks for stopping by.” I started to close the door, but she put her hand out, stopping me.

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