Page 59 of Indigo

Indie looks at me, her eyes asking me the same question, but in a completely different context.

Deciding to let it go, for now, I place my hand on the table, reaching for her, and reply, “Yeah. Everything’s good.”

Once Mrs Neil leaves us to it, and Indie digs into her bread, I try to lighten the mood by asking her about her purchases at the farmers’ market. Of course, that does the trick, and within a minute of rambling, that gleam is back in her eyes as she waves her hands around and rummages through the bags at our feet to show me every item as she explains it to me.

We finish our banana bread and two more cups of coffee before Indie groans and leans back in her chair, patting her stomach as if she’s just had a three course meal.

“Home time?” she asks. “Need to stop by the grocery store on the way, though, if that's okay? I’m out of hand soap. Oh, and don’t forget you’ve got drinks with Josh tomorrow night. Paisley messaged me earlier and asked me to remind you.”

Ah yes. The banishment we’ve both been dealt is tomorrow. I can’t say I’m exactly looking forward to it, not that I have no issue with seeing Josh, or Indie going to the pub on a Friday night. I do, however, wish the two weren’t happening on thesamenight.

Nevertheless, I nod and stretch out my shoulders along the back of my seat. “Yeah, sounds good. Jagger drank all the damn milk last night, and we’re on our last condom.”

Indie’s eyes go wide as she darts them around the diner, clearly trying to make sure no one heard the word condom come from my mouth. As if they don’t already know we’re sleeping together.

“Baby,” I coo, trying not to smile at the blush spreading across her cheeks. “It’s fine. They all know we’re together. Small town, remember?”

She clears her throat and nods more to herself than me before leaning forward, resting her forearms on the table. “We could just not use them anymore.”

My mouth drops open, shocked as shit by the words that just came out of her adorable fucking mouth. “Hmm?” is all I can manage to get out.

“We talked about this last week, didn’t we? Why do we need to buy more?”

We did have this conversation last week, but I thought it was just to reassure each other that we’re safe.

I told her that it’d been over a year since I’d slept with anyone, that I’ve always used condoms, and that I’ve been tested since. She said she was tested straight after she found out Michael was cheating, and then we exchanged paperwork.

It was an odd conversation for a Wednesday night, but hey, better than Gilmore Girls.

“We could just… try without?”

My dick hardens at the thought of sliding inside her with nothing between us. I’ve never fucked raw, and the thought…

Jesus.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah, we can.”

Her eyes shine with the same arousal I’m feeling and she looks around again to make sure no one is watching us.

Her shy little attitude is doing nothing but turning me on further.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I rise from my chair and start stacking our plates and cutlery together, more than a little eager to get home. “Deal.”

Dropping everything in the kitchen on our way past, I watch as Indie walks ahead of me to the door. The way her ass moves in those frilly shorts should be illegal for anyone but me to witness, and I silently devise a plan to make sure that I’m the last one to see her in them.

I’m going to rip them apart with my fucking teeth when we get home.

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PAXTON

JOSH AND I BUMP SHOULDERS, “First Class” by Jack Harlow playing at an almost deafening volume as we enter the bar.

After three beers and one too many attempts to move our conversation away from Indie and Paisley, we admitted defeat and made our way toScarlett Bay Pub.

Not the most original name, but it serves its purpose.

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