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My inner muscles clenched and there was no holding back my whimper.

We stared at each other, both breathing hard.

My phone rang and I nearly fell off the couch.

Jesse stopped me with a strong hand to my back, and sat us both up. “Get your phone. I gotta use the can.”

He headed for the bathroom and I tried to gather my thoughts as I checked my phone.

Mom.

I sucked in a painful breath. She hadn’t spoken to me for months and she calls now? It’s like she had some kind of sixth sense, that she knew I was doing something she wouldn’t approve of and was determined to ruin it. If that wasn’t a bucket of ice down my pants, I didn’t know what was.

The little girl in me wanted to answer and beg her forgiveness. Even though I’d done nothing wrong.

I missed my parents, but I wasn’t ready to talk to them. Not yet. I wanted them to accept me for who I was, even if I was still figuring that out myself. To at least try and understand why I’d moved away. And to be okay with me living my own life.

But most of all, I needed them to say they’d made a mistake with me and Kate, that they loved us no matter what. They weren’t there yet. They might never get there. And I wouldn’t listen to my mom spreading her poison while I waited for something that might never happen.

I just couldn’t do it.

Jesse walked out a few minutes later. “I better head off.”

I didn’t want him to go.

My mother had interrupted my date with Jesse, had managed to kill the mood, without even being here.

I stood and, after several kisses goodbye, he left.

I hugged myself. I was done allowing my mother to dictate my life. She wasn’t even here, but I was still letting her do it.

Not anymore.

Chapter Ten

Jesse

Groaning, I rolled to my back. I’d left Lila’s last night hard as a rock but smiling like an idiot. How was that possible?

She’d cooked for me. The last person who’d cooked a meal just for me was my mom…

Pain sliced through me and I shoved it right back out of my head.

Instead, I thought of my girl. Christ, I’d never wanted to fuck someone so bad as I did her, but waiting, not going there yet was hot. I never expected that. Fuck, that juicy ass of hers, so soft and warm. Yeah, I was looking forward to having it bare and snuggled up against my dick in the morning after I finally got inside her.

My cock started to throb just thinking about it.

I rolled to my side and snatched my jeans up off the floor, pulling the scrap of pink and white polka dot silk from my pocket. Maybe it made me a sick and incredibly perverted individual, but I couldn’t stop myself from stealing Lila’s panties from the laundry basket by her washer and dryer in the bathroom last night. They were right there, and I was so horny after making out with her on the couch that I couldn’t help it.

All I could think about was how they’d cupped her bare pussy, and I’d shoved them in my pocket before I knew what I was doing.

I bet all her panties were like this, pretty and delicate.

Shit, that made me harder.

I held them up, pictured them molded to her ass and between her thighs and groaned, pressing them against my face and breathed in deep.

Oh fuuuuck.