I soaped him up, but he shampooed his own hair. He soaped me up, paying extra attention to my breasts, and he put a questing, soapy hand between my thighs. He washed away the come and my juices.
We made our way to his linen closet still dripping to get more towels. I wrapped my wet hair in one and covered my body with another. It was so cold here, especially with wet hair.
"Do you have a hairdryer?" I had brought three suitcases but had forgotten mine.
"Yeah."
He went into a closet downstairs, and he drew
out a brown hairdryer that looked like it was at least a decade old. He got dressed in his room, and I heard the front door open and close when he went to work.
I plugged the hairdryer into the outlet in my room, and I dried the ends of my hair. When I was done, it was a little bit crazy, but I just pulled my hair back into a bun. He didn't seem to mind whatever my hair looked like, and I spent a lot less time on my appearance here than I did when I was at home.
I took out my sketchpad. I was not in the mood for painting. I started loosely sketching with my #1 pencil. I drew a little cat waking up, its eyes half open. I got out my crayons, and I made its little eyes blue and its fur a light gold.
All of a sudden, I thought of what it would look like if we had a kid. We had been having a lot of unprotected sex. I was on the pill, though. I had gotten a huge supply, and I normally took a pill right before I went to sleep.
I thought back. I panicked. I hadn't been taking my pills here. There had been other things that I did right before I went to sleep.
The two of us had been having a lot of unprotected sex. A million thoughts marched into my head, thoughts I had never had before. I curled into a little ball. Was that his game? Lure me into bed so that he could knock me up and trap me here forever?
This was a lovely sojourn, but I did not want to be trapped in this frigid wasteland. I remembered why I was here: to placate my dad. I wasn't hanging around so that I would be a prime candidate for knock up and lock up.
I got dressed, this time in my own clothes, not his. I felt like I was putting back on my battle armor. I put on makeup. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a warrior princess. I wasn't going to be tricked into staying. My clothes were not coming off again unless he had a lot of condoms in this house.
Packing
Amelia
When Jimmy came in again, I resisted the urge to brush the snow off of him and greet him with a kiss as I would have only a few hours ago. Instead, I walked downstairs, my arms crossed, ready for a fight.
"Hey." He smiled at me.
I only glared.
"Did something happen? Are you okay?"
"We haven't used protection."
He blinked. "Oh. Yeah. We haven't."
"Do you have any condoms?"
He looked at me like I was completely off my rocker. "I hadn't had sex before you. No. I don't have condoms."
I gritted my teeth. "Then we can't have sex anymore."
He blinked. "What brought this on? Don't you have birth control or anything?"
"I forgot my pills." I hugged myself. "I forgot to take my pill, and I might be pregnant."
"You make it sound like a bad thing. If you're pregnant, we'll get married. Would that be so bad? Am I such an ogre?" He ran a hand through his hair.
I shook my head. "Of course you're not. I'm not staying here, though."
He knelt on one knee. "I don't have a ring, and the roads won't let me go to Madison to buy you the one that you deserve. You can help me pick it out. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
I shook my head. "No."