get out of the chair and pick up all of our clothing, opting only to put on my boxers and throw the rest of the lot into the laundry bag that we kept by the front door. When I came back into the kitchen and glanced around, I realized that fucking her on the kitchen table while it was full of food wasn’t the brightest idea I’d ever had.
I rolled my eyes at myself as I cleaned up the juice that I hadn’t even noticed we spilled, then removed the rest of the food and took it to the sink. After shoving down a few pancakes and trashing the ruined bits, I loaded the plates into the dishwasher and paused to listen for the sound of running water.
When I didn’t hear anything, I realized that she must have gotten out at some point while I was cleaning up. My body instantly began to move towards her bedroom, but I stopped myself at the last second. Since I wasn’t sure how long she’d been out of the shower, I figured I could at least give her a few more moments of privacy.
Even though that was the last thing I really wanted to do.
I resigned myself to cleaning off the table with a rag and tidying up the room just to keep myself from running to her. Besides, it was probably a good idea to do this now. Leslie and Dad would be arriving in the morning and I really didn’t feel like getting up early to clean up the mess I’d made.
After everything was cleaned up and I twisted the knob to start running the dishwasher, there was nothing left to stop me from joining Fiona. I moved quietly down the hall, noting that her bedroom door was left ajar. Was that done for my benefit? Was it an invitation?
I didn’t know, so I pushed the door open further to look inside.
Fiona was curled up on one side of the bed, almost as if she had purposely kept the other side open for me. I still wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose or not, but I hesitated in the doorway for a long moment before I took a deep breath and walked in.
If she asked me to go, I would go.
But as I slid beneath the covers and gently wrapped my arms around her frame, I found myself silently praying that she would let me stay.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
A fter my shower , I slid beneath the covers in the darkness of my bedroom and tried to work my way through my muddled thoughts. The closer I seemed to get to forgiving Jonathan, the worse my paranoia became about my mom’s reaction when I inevitably had to tell her that I was moving back in.
Because if the bombshell of her daughter dropping out of college without even discussing it first didn’t send her into a tailspin—the news that her daughter was also sleeping with her future stepson certainly would. Especially considering we would all be living together.
It was a mess of epic proportions and while none of us had planned it this way, that really didn’t make things any better.
When the mattress dipped behind me, I jumped. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even heard Jonathan’s footsteps entering the room, but I definitely felt it when his arms looped around my waist and he dragged me back against his body.
I half-expected him to say something perverted or simply make a move in hopes of a repeat of what happened between us in the kitchen, so I was truly surprised when he just held me for a long time.
So long, in fact, that I started to feel the call of sleep beckoning me. It was hard to resist the urge, but I somehow managed it. As much as I wished I could find an excuse to delay it, I knew we needed to talk.
Jonathan obviously felt the same way. “You okay?”
“Not really,” I admitted with a heavy sigh.
I could feel him shifting around behind me, then he gently pulled at my hip to turn me over. I went along with it, just barely able to see his face with the soft glow of the moonlight coming in through the window.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
I nearly raised an eyebrow at the commanding tone of his voice, but stopped when I realized that there wouldn’t have been a point. He
I rolled my eyes at myself as I cleaned up the juice that I hadn’t even noticed we spilled, then removed the rest of the food and took it to the sink. After shoving down a few pancakes and trashing the ruined bits, I loaded the plates into the dishwasher and paused to listen for the sound of running water.
When I didn’t hear anything, I realized that she must have gotten out at some point while I was cleaning up. My body instantly began to move towards her bedroom, but I stopped myself at the last second. Since I wasn’t sure how long she’d been out of the shower, I figured I could at least give her a few more moments of privacy.
Even though that was the last thing I really wanted to do.
I resigned myself to cleaning off the table with a rag and tidying up the room just to keep myself from running to her. Besides, it was probably a good idea to do this now. Leslie and Dad would be arriving in the morning and I really didn’t feel like getting up early to clean up the mess I’d made.
After everything was cleaned up and I twisted the knob to start running the dishwasher, there was nothing left to stop me from joining Fiona. I moved quietly down the hall, noting that her bedroom door was left ajar. Was that done for my benefit? Was it an invitation?
I didn’t know, so I pushed the door open further to look inside.
Fiona was curled up on one side of the bed, almost as if she had purposely kept the other side open for me. I still wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose or not, but I hesitated in the doorway for a long moment before I took a deep breath and walked in.
If she asked me to go, I would go.
But as I slid beneath the covers and gently wrapped my arms around her frame, I found myself silently praying that she would let me stay.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
A fter my shower , I slid beneath the covers in the darkness of my bedroom and tried to work my way through my muddled thoughts. The closer I seemed to get to forgiving Jonathan, the worse my paranoia became about my mom’s reaction when I inevitably had to tell her that I was moving back in.
Because if the bombshell of her daughter dropping out of college without even discussing it first didn’t send her into a tailspin—the news that her daughter was also sleeping with her future stepson certainly would. Especially considering we would all be living together.
It was a mess of epic proportions and while none of us had planned it this way, that really didn’t make things any better.
When the mattress dipped behind me, I jumped. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even heard Jonathan’s footsteps entering the room, but I definitely felt it when his arms looped around my waist and he dragged me back against his body.
I half-expected him to say something perverted or simply make a move in hopes of a repeat of what happened between us in the kitchen, so I was truly surprised when he just held me for a long time.
So long, in fact, that I started to feel the call of sleep beckoning me. It was hard to resist the urge, but I somehow managed it. As much as I wished I could find an excuse to delay it, I knew we needed to talk.
Jonathan obviously felt the same way. “You okay?”
“Not really,” I admitted with a heavy sigh.
I could feel him shifting around behind me, then he gently pulled at my hip to turn me over. I went along with it, just barely able to see his face with the soft glow of the moonlight coming in through the window.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
I nearly raised an eyebrow at the commanding tone of his voice, but stopped when I realized that there wouldn’t have been a point. He
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