“That feels so good,” I whispered, tilting my head to one side.
“You feel good.”
Three little words that took root in my chest and exploded into hopes and dreams and things I knew better than to want with him.
Oh God. What had I done letting him into my house?
Into my heart?
I closed my eyes, trying to rein in the panic swimming in my veins. My mom had always told me to wait, to give myself to the right guy. The guy who would protect my heart, keep it safe, and treat it with respect.
And here I was, in bed, selling my soul to the devil. Because even though I wanted more, even though I wanted him to say this was the start of something, I knew better.
Jason Ford was a beautiful disaster waiting to happen.
And I was right in the eye of the storm.
My eyes fluttered open, and I stretched, my muscles still drenched in pleasure.
“Jason?” I smiled around his name. “Did I fall to—”
Crap.
I bolted upright, the stream of light like a bucket of icy water. It was morning, which meant—
“Felicity, baby, are you awake?” Mom’s voice filtered through the door.
“Jason?” I whisper-hissed, my eyes darting around the room, hoping I might find him hidden in the closet.
He wasn’t of course.
There was no sign of him. No puddle of his clothes on my floor and the slightly indented sheets beside me were already cold.
Jason had left, and it had been awhile.
“Flick, sweetheart, are you awake?” A knock sounded on the door, before it clicked open and Mom’s head appeared.
“Hi, Mom.” I gave her a weak smile, pulling the sheet up around my body. “How was date night?”
“Oh, you know your father, it was all very nice.” Code for they went to their favorite restaurant, ate their favorite meals, and then moved on for dancing at their favorite bar.
“One of these days, you should surprise him.” The words spilled out.
“Surprise him?” Her brows pinched. “I’m not sure your father would appreciate that. You know he doesn’t cope well with change.”
“It was just an idea.” I ducked my head, feeling silly suddenly. I never commented on my parents’ relationship. They were happy, content in their life together. So what if they liked routine?
“Are you okay?” Mom asked. “You look a little... I don’t know... sad.”
“I’m fine, Mom, just tired.” I yawned for effect.
“Are you seeing Hailee today? We miss her.”
I miss her too. I swallowed the words. We hung out all the time still, ate lunch together at school every day, and did all the things we did pre-Cameron, but she had someone now.
Someone who wasn’t me.
“I’m not sure. I think she said something about hanging out with Cameron and Xander.” Cameron’s baby brother was the cutest and he’d taken a real shine to my best friend. But then, who wouldn’t?