Текст книги "Date Me"

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Which means Mom made James stay with the girls. Which means she’s worried about them.

Which makes me worry.

I watch her stop to try on some perfume. She smiles graciously and takes a photo with a fan. I see my friends wandering through the cosmetics counters.

I pull my phone out and call her.

She puts her phone up to her ear just as Annie and Katie approach her. I watch her hold up a finger to them as she answers.

“Whatever you do, Mom, do not say my name out loud. I go to school with the girls who are standing in front of you. They want your autograph.”

“You're here?”

“Yes. I’m hiding behind some clothes on the second floor balcony. I want to see you. Go ahead and sign the autographs. Annie is a huge fan. Then go upstairs to the lingerie department on the fifth floor, grab a couple things to try on, and I’ll be waiting in a dressing room.”

“Sounds good,” she says and hangs up.

I slowly back away from the balcony and almost knock over a rack.

“Can I help you?” a sales clerk asks me.

I jump. Look guilty. “Um, no.” I look at the escalators and decide I’d be better off going the back way. “Where's the elevator?”

She points a finger toward the back of the store.

“Thank you.”

I quickly walk to the elevator and take it to the fifth floor. I grab the first four items I see and ask for a fitting room.

I shut the door and drop to the little stool.

I look at my hands. They’re shaking. I’m so excited and nervous to see Mom.

Pretty soon, I hear Ryan speaking. “Yes ma'am, that's fine.”

"Keatyn?" Mom whispers.

I swing open the fitting room door. She rushes into the room, pulls me into a tight hug, and I immediately start crying.

She smells so good. Like lavender, honeysuckle, and the ocean.

We hug each other tightly and cry for a while before either one of us speaks.

Finally, Mom gently pushes me away and looks at me. "God, I've missed you. And look at you. You look grown up. Your outfit is adorable. You put it together yourself, didn't you?”

I smile and wipe tears from my eyes.

“You were always better at fashion than me. I can't put anything together without Kym. So you’re just here shopping with your friends?”

“Yeah. I got chosen for Homecoming Court, so I needed a dress.”

“Oh, honey, that’s great! I’m so proud of you! So, you’re doing well?”

“Yeah, I’m doing well. I actually really like school.”

“Does that have something to do with a certain boy?”

I grin, just thinking about him. “Yeah, it probably does. But all of it’s good. I’ve made some great friends. So why are you here in New York?”

“I’m doing a couple morning shows tomorrow and a couple interviews today. Pre-release buzz for To Maddie with Love.”

“How are the girls? I miss them so much.”

She holds up her phone and scrolls through pictures of the girls. I start crying harder. I’ve only been gone a month, but I can already tell they’ve grown.

But then she stops on one that causes me to start laughing through my tears.

It’s Gracie. She’s apparently moved on to cold weather gear from her usual swimsuits, princess gowns, and angel wings. She’s got on fuzzy multi-colored striped tights, ladybug rain boots, the pink tie-dyed tutu I was wearing the first time I met Tommy, and a long-sleeved T-shirt with pink hearts. Her hair is in pigtails and she’s holding a chalkboard with an arrow on it. The arrow is pointing to an adorable fluffy Golden Retriever puppy. The chalkboard has the words, Bad dog written next to the arrow. It’s so funny because the dog looks like an angel and you wonder if the dog should be holding a sign pointing to Gracie that says, Bad girl.

We hear Ryan cough. Then he says, “Abby, we need to get going. You have that interview with Vogue.”

“I can cancel it,” Mom says.

“No, it’s okay, Mom. My friends are going to wonder where I am.”

I hug her one more time.

“I love you, Mom.”

She smooths down the back of my hair and says, “I love you too. You should probably stay in here for a few minutes. Give me a head start so no one sees us together. I know people don’t recognize you, but if we were together, they might figure it out. There are a swarm of photographers out front.”

I sit down and waste ten minutes on Facebook. See Annie’s newsfeed photo of the girls with my mom.

I walk out of the fitting room, go through the lingerie department, and down the escalators. I’m just stepping on the escalator to the first floor when my phone buzzes.

Annie: Meet us on the second floor back by the dresses. Abby came off the elevator and was surrounded fans. We're trying to get another picture.

Shit. Mom’s not gone yet.

I’m halfway down the escalator when all of a sudden I see Vincent step onto the up escalator.

My heart starts pounding.

I look around, trying to quickly assess the situation.

Trying to remember everything Garrett taught me.

Mom and her security are upstairs. I could go up there. But then my friends would know. Vincent would follow me. It’d be a mess.

Vincent is messing with his phone. His head is down and I pray that he doesn’t look up.

But just as I’m getting ready to pass him, he does.

Our eyes meet and his widen in shock. His look of shock is quickly replaced with a scary smirk.

He reaches out and tries to grab my hand, but I quickly pull it away.

He leaps up, hops across the escalator, and is now jogging down the stairs after me, yelling, "Abby, wait!"

Why is he calling me Abby?

As I get to the first level, I can see out the front door. Mom was right. There are a mess of photographers waiting for her.

A plan starts to form in my mind.

Can I use them to get away?

It’s the only thing I can think of.

I slip my big black sunglasses off the top of my head and down over my eyes.

I run fast out the front door as Vincent yells out again, practically on cue, “Abby, please wait!"

The cameras start flashing. I rush through them toward the street. They let me through then turn their backs to the store, huddling together.

Which blocks Vincent's way.

The paparazzi.

I haven't been photographed by them for a long time. They only seem to want pictures of cute little kids, not the gangly pre-teen that I used to be.

What used to sort of scare me when I was little seems very comforting right now.

They are protecting me from Vincent.

I put my hand in front of my face as I hear Vincent yell out again. "Abby!"

I turn around and see that he’s working his way through the crowd.

The driver that I hired for the day is parked in the parking garage. There’s no time to call him.

I spy a black town car idling at the curb. I dart toward it and open the door.

As I'm getting in, I hear one of the camera men say, "That's not Abby, dude. It's just some chick in a wig pretending to be. They do that sometimes. Send out a fake. A decoy.”

I run my hand through my soft hair wondering how he could have mistaken it for a nasty wig.

I must need a deep conditioning.

The driver yells at me. “I think you’ve got the wrong car.”

Vincent breaks through the crowd and lunges toward the car as I slam the door shut and yell, "Go!"

Vincent grabs for the door handle just as I slam down the lock.

He stops and stares at me through the dark glass.

The driver is telling me to get out of his car. Telling me he's not going anywhere.

Vincent smirks again and lunges for the front passenger door.

I scream at the driver, “Go! Go! Go! Please just go!” I lean over the top of the passenger seat and slam down the lock.

The driver quickly pulls into traffic and says to me, "I got it. And in case you didn’t notice, we're going."

I didn't realize I was still screaming.

"So where are we going?" he asks. Then he starts rambling. "You know, I could get fired for this. Who was the suit? Did you steal something from the store? I'm not going to get in trouble for transporting a thief, am I?"

I take a deep breath and slip off my sunglasses.

"Whoa," he says under his breath.

"What?"

He shakes his head and talks to me in the mirror. "Nothing, but, um, I think now we are being chased by a cab."

I turn around and see a cab riding our ass. See Vincent in the front passenger seat, pointing toward me.

"Can you lose him?"

He rolls his eyes at me and starts talking to himself. "Can I lose him, she asks? Can I lose him?"

There’s a little space in traffic up ahead of us, so he stomps on the pedal, which causes me to be thrown back in my seat.

"Buckle up, buttercup," he says, as he cranks up the radio and yells over the noise. "This is just like in the movies. I'm like that dude from Trinity, what's his name?"

"Tommy Stevens," I say with a grin. I turn around and see the cab weaving in and out of traffic. "I think they’re still after us."

We had pulled away from them, but now we’re stuck at a light.

There are lots of people walking in front of us in the crosswalk. We can’t go anywhere.

The cab stops just two cars behind us.

Shit.

I run scenarios through my brain. What will I do if they wreck us? What will I do if he has a gun and starts shooting? What will I do if aliens crash down in front of us?

I’m ridiculous. I have no idea what I’m going to do.

I close my eyes and try to think of a plan.

“Um, I think the dude just got out of the cab,” the driver tells me.

“What?!” I say, my eyes opening as I rip off my seatbelt and turn to look out the back window.

Holy shit.

Vincent has gotten out of the cab in the middle of New York City traffic and is slowly walking toward me.

Not running like you would think he would be.

Or maybe everything just feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

“He’s getting closer!” I yell.

"Don't worry. I've got this,” the driver says. “The light is going to turn green just about . . . now.”

I’m jostled as the driver cuts across traffic, but my eyes never leave Vincent.

Our eyes are locked on each other even though I know he can’t possibly see me through the tinted glass.

He knows I’m looking straight at him. I can feel it.

He mouths Abby then slowly puts his index finger up to his lips and kisses it. Then his hand forms a gun and he shoots the kiss at me.

I want to scream.

I put my hand over my mouth and shudder instead.

Vincent just did what Cush did to me that day at his soccer tournament when he scored. I remember thinking how adorable it was. How he stopped in front of everyone and shot me a kiss. There were no photos of me that day in the batch he sent after he tried to kidnap me, but now I know that he was there then too.

He was everywhere.

I cross my arms in front of me, grab my shoulders, and give myself a hug.

“I’m sure we lost them,” the driver says, breaking my thoughts. “Even if he gets back in the cab, they will cut over at the next block. But I doubled back the way we came from.”

"Back to the store?"

"Yeah. I have to pick up my ride."

I realize I've been holding my breath and let it out in a whoosh.

"So what's the deal? You don't look like a thief. "

"I'm not a thief."

"So why's that guy after you?"

"Uh, bad breakup?" I say with a laugh.

But then I keep laughing. Uncontrollably laughing. Then I start laughing and crying at the same time. This guy's gonna think I'm a lunatic. Probably will turn me over to Vincent himself.

I pull myself together. "I'm sorry. Thanks for getting away from him. You're like my hero."

He shrugs his shoulders in an aw-shucks way. "It's okay. So, what do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," I say wondering where the hell that lie came from.

He gives me a lascivious grin. "Oh, really? Exotic?"

"No, I'm a Rockette."

He nods his head at me. "Damn, that's cool." He makes another turn and I can see we are back on the street in front of the store. I notice the cameras are gone, which means so is Mom.

I sigh with relief. Not only did I lose Vincent, Vincent lost Mom. He had to have been following her.

I get a call from Garrett.

"Are you okay?" he shouts.

"Yes. I think so."

"Your mother just called me in a panic. Call her. Then call me back."

I call her. "Mom!"

"The photographers told me that my decoy and the guy running after her out of the store yelling Abby didn't work. Tell me that wasn’t you. And please tell me the guy running after you wasn’t Vincent!"

"It was him, but it's okay. We lost him. I'm fine."

"We?"

I smile at my driver. "What's your name?"

"Allan," he says.

I say into the phone, "Allan just drove better than Tommy Stevens did in that car chase in Trinity."

Allan beams at me.

Mom laughs uncomfortably, so I say, "I gotta go. Be safe.”

I hang up and say to the driver, “Do you think you could take me down to that coffee shop?”

I'm a little nervous about going back in the store, just in case Vincent would think to go back there.

"Sure,” he says.

I open my wallet. I have no cash.

Shit. I never have cash. "I want to pay you something, but I don't have any cash."

He shakes his head. "You don't owe me anything. That was the most fun I've had in a long time. Unless, of course, you can get me a part in Tommy Stevens' next movie. That's the only thing that could top this." He pauses. "Speaking of that, you do kinda resemble Abby Johnston. Did that guy mistake you for her?"

“Sorta. He has a thing for her. Thought I looked like her. Used to call me Abby. He's a little off his rocker. One of those rich guys that thinks he can have anything he lays his eyes on."

"But he couldn't get you?"

"Not today, thanks to you."

He studies my face again. "Yeah, I don't see it. Like when you had your sunglasses on, you kinda resembled her, but as soon as you took them off, it's easy to see your eyes are very different."

"Do you have a card, Allan?"

"Sure." He pulls a card out and hands it to me.

I read it. "Allan Broadmore, actor. Thanks."

His phone buzzes with a text. "Obviously, not a full-time actor. That's my boss. I’ve gotta get back there.”

"Thanks, Allan."

"I didn't catch your name."

"It's Maggie."

"Fun times, Maggie. Maybe I'll come see your show sometime."

"That'd be cool. I'll be the one, um . . . kicking."

I get out of the car and stand outside the coffee shop.

There’s a text from Annie and the girls asking where I am. I text back and ask them to meet me here.

I take a photo of Allan’s card and send it to Tommy with a text.

Me: Please call this guy and give him a job in your current endeavor. He has excellent driving skills. When you call him, tell him Maggie the Rockette suggested him.

Tom: That’s kind of a weird request, even for you.

Me: He may have just saved my life.

.

Tom: Hang on, your mom's calling me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to slow down the adrenaline coursing through my body.

Then I say a prayer. Thank you for letting me get away. Please keep my mom safe. My family safe.

My phone buzzes.

I open my eyes and look down at it. It’s Tommy.

“Hey,” I say.

“We're bringing you home. This isn't working.”

“No, you aren't. I'm sorry, but you're not.”

“We can make you.”

“How? I'm emancipated, and I have my own money.”

“Don't get smart with me.”

“Well, you try getting chased through the streets of New York City by a psycho and see what kind of mood you’re in.”

Tommy laughs just a little. “You know, I did that in Trinity.”

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you and Mom, but I love my sisters more. Vincent called me Abby today. He’s different. Worse, I think. Mom’s not safe either. You worry about them, and I’ll take care of me.”

I start to get tears in my eyes as I see my friends walking down the street toward me.

Tommy says, “We’ve got to do something.”

“I agree, but you’ll have to excuse me now, my friends are almost here and I have to go pretend to be a normal teenager.”

Garrett is calling me back, but I don’t answer.

I can’t deal with him right now. I can’t deal with any of them right now.

I have to act normal.

I’m normal.

A normal Eastbrooke girl shopping in New York City with her friends.

Just breathe, Keatyn. It will be okay.

“Hey,” Peyton says. “You missed out on all the excitement.”

I laugh.

I actually, really laugh.

They have no idea the excitement I just had.

“I need some coffee,” I say.

What a stupid excuse.

“I need coffee too,” Maggie says. “So what’s up next?”

“We need cute pajamas for PJ day. I know a great lingerie store. Should we go there next?”

“That sounds fun!” Katie says. “I’m thinking I need some new lingerie too.”

“What for?” Maggie asks, nudging Katie with her elbow. “You planning to attack Dallas?”

Katie smirks. “Nope. I’m just going to look so hot that he won’t be able to resist me.”

After we all get coffees, I call our driver and we head to the lingerie store.

We all pick out fun pajamas to wear for PJ day.

“Let’s have a lingerie party tonight,” I suggest. “We’ll drink wine and wear something fabulously sophisticated.”

We have a great time giggling and trying on silky chemises, robes, camisoles, gowns, all sorts of stuff. Annie buys a gorgeous long silky gown.

She says, “Who cares if I didn’t make Court. I’d rather buy a gown like this. I feel like a movie star.”

We shop until we can’t shop anymore then head to my loft.

When I walk in my front door, I instantly feel safe.

At home.

While the girls check out the place and claim their bedrooms, I walk into my closet, sit on my chair, and finish my prayer.

Please let this be over soon.

Hot tub naked.

7pm

We all freshen up our makeup, put on our lingerie, and do some shots. By eight, we’re all a bit tipsy and feel like partying.

“This loft is amazing. We should be having a party,” Maggie says.

“Maggie, we are having a party,” Annie scolds.

Ariela and Katie agree. “Do we know anyone in the city we could invite over?”

I can think of two boys who happen to be in the city right now, one of whom has some very important sucking up to do. “Let’s invite some boys.”

“Which boys?” Katie asks.

“Our Homecoming dates. Just our Homecoming dates. But we need to make it fun.”

Maggie mutters, “All we have to say is we’re half naked and drinking wine in a killer loft by ourselves. Get your asses here.”

I laugh. “Well sure, that would work, but let’s make it fun.”

“Wait!” Annie says. “If we invite them to come and then they stay, that would mean we’d have to sleep with them.”

“Sleep with them here, yes. Have sex with them, no. It’s not any different than hanging out in their room at school.”

“What if he sees me in the morning and it scares him away?” Annie asks.

“You’re gorgeous, Annie. You’re not going to scare him away.”

“So what are we gonna say?” Peyton asks me.

I type something in my phone and send it to each girl. “Read what I just sent you and tell me what you think.”

Me: Mission: Impossible.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to dance with lingerie-clad girls, drink excessively, eat decadent food, hot tub naked, and party all night long. If you can handle this mission, please reply immediately to get the address, then get your sexy ass here. This message is for your eyes only. Do NOT bring your friends. This is a VERY private party.

P.S. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

“That’s awesome!” Katie squeals. “So we’ll invite Dallas for me, Parker for Maggie, Riley for Ariela, Ace for Annie, Dawson for you. But what about Peyton? Do you have a date for Homecoming?”

“I have a date, but I don’t want anyone to know who it is. So if I invite him tonight, you have to promise not to tell anyone at school.”

“Deal,” the girls all say.

“Should we send a picture of all of us, holding drinks in our lingerie?” Katie asks.

“No. We want them to be surprised when they get here,” Maggie tells her while I type the proper boys’ names in and send the text.

“Okay, I’m sending it.”

Dallas is the first to reply.

Dallas: I am getting my ass on a train.

Riley: Dallas and I are getting our asses on a train.

Parker: I’m so there.

Ace: Does Annie know about this? Is she really in lingerie?

Me: Yes, she does. And yes, she is.

Ace: On my way :) Did she tell you that we’re going out?

Me: She did :)

Ace: Tell her to check her phone. I just made it Facebook official.

Me: Awww, she’ll love that. I’ll tell her.

“Annie, Ace says you need to check your phone. He did something he wants you to see.”

She looks confused, grabs her phone, presses a few buttons, and then screams, “He MADE IT FACEBOOK OFFICIAL!!!”

“Made what Facebook official?”

She grins hugely. “He asked me to be his girlfriend last night. He just put it on his profile.”

The girls all scream excitedly.

“I think that calls for another shot,” Peyton says with a grin as she pours another round.

“Ace, Riley, Dallas, and Parker replied. They’re getting their asses on the train.”

We drink, laugh, giggle, and dance. The boys, minus Dawson and Camden, all arrive about a couple hours later.

They look hilarious. Dressed in camouflage and with black marks under their eyes. Like they’re going on an actual undercover mission.

And they like the lingerie.

I immediately show them the bar, make each boy do a body shot off his girl, and get the music cranked up. Then the boys do a few more shots to catch up.

Peyton and I are at the bar, eating chips, when our phones buzz at the exact same time.

“Cam,” she says.

“Dawson,” I laugh.

I answer the phone, buzz them up, then go greet them. When I open the door, Dawson is standing there holding a big bouquet of flowers and wearing a sheepish grin.

Cam swats him on the back of the head and rolls his eyes. “So whipped.” Then he looks me over from head to toe. Taking in my sheer orange sherbet and bright pink two-tone chemise. “This is a great loft. You're a keeper.”

“I’m a keeper because of real estate?”

“No. You’re a keeper because of your ass, but I was told to be polite.”

I break out into a wide smile.

I like him already. I can see why everyone thinks Camden is so hot. He’s tall, dark haired, and has a chiseled face. He’s taller than Dawson, with a leaner build. More like Riley.

He walks by me, smacks my ass in the exact same way Dawson does, grabs Peyton, and heads to the bar.

“Flowers, huh?” I say to Dawson. “You must have done something bad.”

“Well, my dad says flowers get you laid, but jewelry gets you out of jail.”

“So you’re just looking to get laid?”

He gives me his sexy-ass grin. But his eyes say something different. “I made you cry, Keatie. I don't ever want to make you cry.”

I set the flowers down on the bench and give him a hot kiss.

“Can we just do it right here?” he asks, pointing to the bench.

“I thought you had some sucking up to do?”

“Speaking of that.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a huge handful of big ring gummy Lifesavers. “I brought party favors. Thought I'd share the magic.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Keatie, I loved it.”

“I love you. Thank you for the flowers.”

“I love you too. I have another surprise for you later.”

“I can’t wait. But for now, let’s go get you a drink.”

We play pool, dance, drink, and have fun.

I dance crazily around Dallas and Riley. Ever since that night at the Cave, the three of us often crank up the music in their room and just dance around like maniacs. One of our favorite songs is playing, so we naturally congregate together.

After dancing, people start to pair off.

Ace and Annie sit on the couch talking and holding hands. Peyton and Camden are naked in the hot tub. Riley and Ariela have wandered upstairs to “watch a movie” on the big sectional couch, and Maggie and Parker have already claimed one of the bedrooms as their own.

Katie, Dallas, Dawson, and me are playing pool. It’s boys against girls and since Katie and I both suck, we’re using different techniques to distract the boys.

After a couple games of me suggestively leaning over the pool table, Dawson drags me to my room, locks the door, and attacks me.

It's literally a throw-me-on-the-bed, rip-off-my-panties, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing.

“Was that my special treat? No offense, but I get that all the time,” I tease.

He’s slightly out of breath. “I just had to get that out of the way.” He pulls on the strap of my nightie. “I almost brought you in here after you, Peyton, and Maggie were grinding on each other. That was fucking hot enough, but the way you were leaning across the pool table, I couldn’t take it any longer.”

“So tell me about this surprise.”

“Shouldn't I just show you?”

I run my finger lightly down the front of his chest. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He gets off the bed, grabs my hand, and pulls me into my bathroom.

He stops in the center of the room, pushes the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, and watches with delight as my nightie slithers down to the floor.

He grabs a couple towels off the rack, lays them across the floor, and motions for me to lie down. He steals one of my makeup brushes off the counter, turns on the tub, and holds the brush under the water.

Then he puts the brush directly in the center of my cleavage and slowly moves it in an arc over the top of my right boob then down my side.

I giggle as the brush tickles my skin.

He opens a little bottle and sprinkles it on top of the water line he just created.

“Is that glitter?” I ask, looking at the hot pink sparkle.

He shakes his head and starts working very intently. Brushing water on me then sprinkling it with the glitter.

Just having the brush tickle my skin is enough to make me super hot again.

“It's not glitter. It’s sugar glitter.” He dips his finger into one of the little bottles and holds it in front of my mouth. I slowly suck the glitter off.

“Mhmmm, that’s good.”

I look down my body and see a large multi-colored sugar heart. The tops of the heart curve out from my cleavage, wrap around my boobs, and meet at a point between my legs.

“That's quite artistic. If I wasn't naked, I'd want to take a picture of it.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, for the fun part. I get to lick it all off.” He puts his hands under my butt, lifts it up in the air, and starts licking the point of the heart.

I find myself wishing the point went down just a teensy bit farther.

His tongue works its way up my body, licking sugar, but causing most of it to fall off onto the towels. He licks some, but then seems to get distracted, stopping to kiss and suck my skin. He only makes it about a quarter of the way up the heart before he's hot and ready for round two.

I can't say the hard marble feels that great on my back, but I've drank enough not to care.

When he finally collapses next to me, he says, “Sorry, that sugar was making me feel kinda sick. I think I'm still hung over from last night.”

I laugh out loud. “Ha! Serves you right. Hangovers are your body's way of telling you that you're an idiot.”

“You’re mean,” he says with a laugh as he rubs his knees. “Can we get on the bed? This marble is killing my knees.”

“Yeah, let me wash the sugar off real quick and I'll meet you there.”

He leans up on his elbow and gives me a sexy grin. “I think I might like to watch that.”

I give him a little smack. “You're such a horn dog.”

“And you love it.”

I nod my head and smile to myself, because he's right, I do love it.

I turn the shower faucet to hot and step inside my shower, which is glass on three sides.

I decide since he didn't go through with all the licking that I will mess with him just a bit.

I give him a grin, stick my tongue out, and run my finger down it while I stare at him.

Then I look down at the spot in my cleavage, where the heart starts. I press my wet finger onto the sugar. Some of it attaches to my finger and the rest sprinkles down the front of me.

I hold eye contact with him while I put my finger back in my mouth and suck the pink sugar off.

Then I return my finger to my chest, tracing the top of the heart over my swell of my breast, causing Dawson to lick his lips.

I trace the heart further down around the side, put my finger in my mouth, and close my eyes as I suck the sugar off.

I've only cleaned off about another of quarter of the heart when Dawson and his raging hard on join me in the shower.

He presses his lips hard against mine as he pushes me through the stream of water and up against the shower wall. In one swift motion he picks me up, cupping his hands under my ass, and frantically pushes inside me.

After a very steamy shower, we dry off, and then collapse into bed.

Before we fall asleep, he pulls me into his chest, kisses the top of my head, and whispers, “I love you.”