It felt refreshing. Nice. Supportive. Natural.
And I really hoped I didn’t do anything to make her hate me like my father.
17
Raelynn
I rushed home after school, bursting through the front door. I ignored the car in the driveway. I ignored him calling out my name. I didn’t want a damn thing to do with D.J. while he was over at the house. The only thing I wanted to do was quickly get ready for Clint’s house and get the hell over there.
I was eager to spend time with him.
I closed myself off in my bedroom, blocking out the sounds of D.J. and my mother. Whether they were arguing or making out, I didn’t know. And I sure as hell didn’t care. I took my hair down from its ponytail and tried to find another way to fix it. I stripped down to nothing but my underwear, then rifled through my underwear drawer. Did I have anything else that looked even remotely nice? Something other than morphed training bras and fucking cotton panties?
I dug to the bottom of my drawer before settling on a pair of panties that I’d technically outgrown. They were a bit tight around my hips, but showed off my ass cheeks nicely. I slipped them on, pairing them with a new bra Mom had managed to pick me up a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a nice color or anything. Just a plain tan bra. But it had pretty little flower designs over the cups of them and lifted them off my chest a bit.
“Man, this thing is comfortable,” I murmured.
I rifled through my drawers and pulled out my best pair of jeans. A bit tight, a bit low-riding, and exactly what I was looking for. I hopped myself into them, jumping around before I fell to my bed. I wiggled my ass into those things and sucked it in, wanting nothing more than to get them buckled.
“Come on. You can do it. Just a little—there we go!”
I stood up and bent down, trying to stretch them out a bit. I swiveled my hips, feeling them loosen before I looped my fingers in the belt loops. I worked them up a bit higher. Just enough to cover the top of my panty line. Then I rifled through my T-shirts until I found my favorite one.
A bit too low cut and a bit too tight around my breasts.
“Perfect. Ha-ha!”
I slipped it over my head and fluffed out my hair. And I had to say, I looked great. I smiled at myself as I ran a brush through my hair, trying to figure out how to fix it. I usually wore it in a ponytail. Just a simple one. Nothing special. But, tonight? I wanted to do something special. This was the first evening I’d be spending with Clint in a while. And wit
hout him being in the hospital. I knew we had schoolwork to do. I knew we had things to catch up on.
But part of me hoped his hands might do a little exploring, as well.
“Rae?”
A soft knock came at my door as my mother’s voice trailed in front of it. I debated on not opening it. Mostly because I didn’t want to chance seeing D.J. behind her. She knocked on the door again, calling out my name as I ran my fingers through my hair again.
“D.J.’s still downstairs, honey.”
Well, in that case…
I opened the door and let her in, watching as she walked through the threshold. And when she turned to face me, she grinned.
“Getting dolled up, I see.”
I shrugged. “Maybe a bit.”
She turned me back toward my mirror. “Know what you’re going to do with your hair?”
“Not yet. I’m still trying to figure it out.”
“Can I try something?”
I nodded and she started tracing her hands through my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of her warmth I remembered from my childhood. For years, my mother had done my hair. Brushed it out after baths and put it up into pigtails during middle school. She always talked about how envious she was of my hair. How thick and shiny and luxurious it felt. I leaned into her a bit. I settled against her, drawing in a deep breath as she worked out the last of the knots.
“You’ve always had such gorgeous hair. I don’t know why you keep it in that ponytail.”
I shrugged. “Easier in the mornings, I guess.”