“Please…” she hesitated. “I don’t know. I can’t think. Can’t make sentences.”
I chuckled proudly against her skin. “We can take a break if you need.”
Before she had a chance to answer, a loud ringing sound interrupted our moment. I recognized the tune—the generic iPhone ring.
It would ring and ring, then stop. Then ring and ring again like it was angry.
I grumbled about being interrupted as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I was prepared to tell whoever it was calling over and over that it better be a life and death situation. But when I checked my notifications, there weren’t any missed calls.
It wasn’t mine.
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Emersyn
I shut my eyes and groaned. “That would be my phone.”
Ringing at the most inopportune time.
Aiden’s mouth had wound me so tightly then left me spinning uncontrollably, as if I’d been drinking.
My body felt weightless as he continued covering it in warm, wet kisses.
“I’d better get it,” I said reluctantly. It was probably my mom threatening to off herself if I didn’t get home by midnight. We’d been in our private little cocoon for so long I’d almost forgotten the outside world existed.
My stagecoach was turning back into a pumpkin.
Aiden lifted himself off the bed with grunt and pulled my phone from the countertop. He handed it over to me and I thanked him.
“That’s weird,” I mumbled as he traced my inner thighs with his fingertips,
“What’s weird?”
I frowned at my phone. “My friend Drew’s mom has been calling and texting me for hours. I must’ve missed them when my phone was dead. She left me a voicemail just now.”
“Does he still live at home?”
“Um…” I tried to focus on listening to her frantic message while processing that Aiden was a grown man and I was a seventeen-year-old high school student. A fact I still hadn’t disclosed.
After listening to the voicemail, I read Mrs. Echols’ texts begging me to please let her know if I’d heard from Drew.
It dawned on me that Aiden thought I was in college. Of course, he did. I was in his art history class and I worked at the coffee shop on campus.
Glancing at him sprawled on the bed after everything we just did, I knew I should tell him the truth. But he might freak out. Drew’s mom was freaking out enough for all of us. I could only handle so much at once.
“Yeah, he still lives at home.”
“His mom super overprotective or what?”
I pulled in a deep breath and sorted through my jumbled thoughts. “Not really. It’s just that he bailed on us tonight. He told Camille he had other plans. Now his mom is acting like she expected him to be with me.”
“So, he had other plans he wanted to keep private.” Aiden tossed me a mischievous grin. “Are you going to tell your mom what you did tonight?”
My face heated. “Fair point. But he doesn’t use me as a cover without confirming his story first. He’s the one who convinced me to come tonight.”
“Actually, I think that was me.”
I chucked a pillow at his head. He used it to prop his elbow on.