Page 57 of Crushing On My Dad's Best Friend

CHAPTERTWENTY

Brandon

It’s barely afternoon, and I’ve run my queen her bath.

We’ve both missed things we should’ve done so far today, but if we’re both gonna endure the fallout from all this, there’s no point not enjoying every minute of it beforehand.

Sitting naked behind her, with her body snug against mine, I wash her hair, remarking that I had no idea it was so much work being a woman.

“What do you mean?” she asks, turning her head with mock annoyance.

“Just… all the stuff you do. Hair, underwear…,” I start to smile, realizing it’s all this ‘stuff’ about her that I’m actually crazy about now.

“You wash your hair. You wear underwear, don’t you?” she teases me and blows the bubbles I’m rinsing from her hair. I agree with a grunt.

“It doesn’t feel this good, though,” I remark. Sliding my hands from her hair down the front of her chest, making her body jerk as she clasps her hands over mine, leaning back into me.

“Whatarewe gonna do, Brandon?” she asks me suddenly.

It’s the last thing I’m thinking about and it throws me. But I can see and feel how it’s affecting her.

“You could just sneak over here every night. Make sure you’re back home in time for breakfast,” I say, trying to make her feel better but knowing full well it’s not as simple as all that.

“Do you think your dad might already kinda know?” I ask her. “Deep down, I mean.”

I feel her shrug and shift in front of me.

May appears annoyed with herself for even bringing it up, but I’m glad she has.

“Or we could just go. Take off,” I hear myself thinking aloud. The water in the tub swishes loudly as May half-turns herself around.

“You mean…Justleave?” she asks, sounding as if it’s not the first time it’s occurred to her either.

I trace the wet hair back from her face, holding her face in my palm.

“It’s not something we have to think about right this minute, but do you really wanna stay here, in this house? In this town, tutoring kids for a few bucks an hour?” I ask.

Remembering one of the main things I don’t miss about small towns is how everybody seems to know what everybody else is doing.

And in the case of May and me, that would be none of their damned business.

“But you just bought the place, and I guess the only thing I’m really worried about is Dad. Screw tutoring,” May says, knitting her brow but not answering all of my questions.

“I only bought this place…only came back to town to be closer to you, remember?” I explain. “I didn’t think in my wildest dreams that I’d have you all to myself on day one.”

“You’re a pretty fast operator, that’s for sure,” she teases me, but it doesn’t do much to solve our little problem.

The best problem in the world because it does mean that she’s well and truly mine.

I haven’t checked my messages yet, but I’m more than confident the call I put out to boost Steve’s business will work.

Maybe not all today, but it should get him back to a place where he feels good about what he’s doing again.

In the meantime, I don’t want May to do something she doesn’t want to. And I ask if she’s the only tutor the college has at its disposal.

“Of course not,” she sighs. “It’ll just mean a couple of college kids keep their tutoring money from Mom or Dad, is all,” she reflects.

As she sees it, the real problem is explaining to everyone that she’s been with me the whole time. And that’s something that’s gonna have her dad’s hackles up too, I just know it.

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