Page 40 of Don't Leave Me Behind
You know what Addy? I think the troughs need cleaning tomorrow and I know just the guy
Addy
You wouldn’t dare
Wouldn’t I though?
Leni Rose
Wish I could have been there to help looks like you’re in good hands though boys. Let me know what’s up with Brooks.
Addy
Holy shit. Leni in the CHAT!
Leni Rose
Dramatic much?
Merc D
I have a theory on Brooky
Ma
No theories. Everyone go to sleep. The cows wait for no man or woman. Leni dear, I miss you.
Leni Rose
Miss you too ma
My body is screaming for a hot shower and a bed.Shit.I forgot that I’ve been relegated to the couch because I’m an asshole. The thought of sleeping on that tiny piece of cardboard makes me want to stomp my feet into the gravel like a toddler. What will Addy say tomorrow if he spies and sees me sleeping on the couch again?
“Goddamnit, you fucking little pussy. Just pull it out!” Leni’s voice immediately assaults my ears as I walk through the door. I peek into the kitchen, taking in the scene before me.
Her brown hair is tied up in a knot on the top of her head, bangs held back with a red bandana. She’s perched on the kitchen counter, legs crossed, tongue peeking out between her teeth as she concentrates on whatever task has her attention. I can’t stop myself from wishing I could go over and free her tongue. Set itloose from her teeth so it could tangle with mine. I watch, completely entranced. Tonight she’s wearing tiny silk pajama shorts and a loose cotton bralette that barely contains her breasts. The swell of their underside plays peekaboo with me as she moves. My dick hardens the second I see the soft, plump flesh.
“Clay?” A mellower Leni speaks my name. Snapping my eyes back to her face, my breath catches when I see her looking at me, her big, glassy eyes meeting mine through thick eyelashes. “I got a sliver,” she whines.
There’s a pause before a laugh that I can’t help bursts out of me. Leni has always been a baby when it comes to slivers. She could fall off a two-thousand-pound animal at high rates of speed, and nothing. Burn her hand on a hot dish in the kitchen? Barely a tear. Tell her you need to dig a sliver out with a needle, and she’ll run for the hills.Every damn time.
“Glad to see some things don’t change.”
Her eyes narrow, hands dropping into her lap as she considers her options.
Toeing my boots off, I keep my eyes on her, walking into the kitchen to assess her wound. “Fuck, that’s a massive sliver.”
“I know!” she shrieks. The scowl melts from her face as she clutches her finger to her chest.
I wash my hands, then return to where she’s sitting. Using her knees to turn her body toward me, I step into her space. “Where the hell did you get this?”
I inspect the sliver closer; it’sdefinitelycoming out in parts. Glancing at the counter, I notice the tweezers, needle, and peroxide she must have grabbed.
“Climbing out of my bedroom window.”
“What?” I drop her hand, looking her in the eyes. “You went to the main house?”
“I checked the group chat, and I knew everyone was out.”
