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With a final thrust, I come. I feel frozen for a minute as every bit of strength leaves my body. I’m spent. I’m sated. I’m high as a fucking kite.
I rest on top of her, bracing myself with my elbows on either side of her head as I feel her breath warm on my face.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling. I can feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body still trembling. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before resting my head next to her again.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice gentle.
She nods, a contented smile spreading across her lips. “More than okay.”
I roll over onto my side, pulling her into my arms. We lie there, basking in the afterglow. I hold her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against mine. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to go anywhere or think about the logistics of what it’s going to be like living with Violet and her mother.
Neither one of us speaks, but after a while, she says, “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Me too. I think everyone does. We’re not meant to live alone without anyone to…”
“To fuck? Is that what you were going to say?”
“Not exactly, but you can take it like that.” I smile at her. I’m not sure about the next part, but I feel like I need to be honest with her. “I care about you. Hannah had me worried when she couldn’t reach you, and I just didn’t want anything to happen to you. That storm was really bad.”
Violet snuggles up more closely to my chest. “Well, I’m safe. And now, you get to put up with me and Mom for a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of weeks? I thought it was a day or two!” When I see the panic in Violet’s eyes, I start laughing. “I’m kidding. You’re welcome as long as you want… as long as you sneak in here after your mom is asleep and...”
I kiss her, full and hard, reveling in her soft giggle against my lips.
CHAPTER 30
VIOLET
When I return home, I glance in the rearview mirror at myself to make sure it’s not obvious what just happened between Jay and me. I feel like I’m glowing, and the last thing I need is for my mom to start making assumptions
My mom must have been waiting for me because I’ve been sitting in the driveway, gathering my courage to go inside, for less than a minute when my mom appears. She’s hobbling forward with a bag on each arm.
I hop out of my car, rush forward, and grab them both. “Mom! You’re not supposed to even be walking on that thing, let alone moving luggage!”
My mom smiles. “You know me. I can’t just wait for you to come do everything for me.”
“You can. You just don’t want to.”
I walk around and open the passenger side door. Once my mom is settled into the car, I nod toward the house. “Give me five minutes to get some things together.” It doesn't take much more than that because I never fully unpacked from moving into my mom’s house.
I stare sadly at the puddle of water that has formed in over a third of my room. The bed and bedding are soaked, and I wonder how much worse they will be before the roof is fixed. All of the furniture in this room might just be ruined.
My dresser is partially soaked, so a few of my things will have to go in the dryer as soon as I get to Jay’s house.
Once I’ve gotten my bag packed, I lock up my mom’s house, trying not to let the sadness hit me too hard. Isn’t it ironic to lock up my mom’s house when there’s a huge hole in the roof big enough for anyone who wants to climb inside?
“You alright, honey?” my mom asks, squeezing my arm as I climb behind the wheel.
“Fine. It’s just hitting me.”
This was my childhood home, and it might never be the same again. I imagine someone coming out to fix the roof, then they decide the bedroom is too ruined by water damage. It would be better to just remove it from the house altogether. I know I’m being dramatic, but this is hitting me hard.
When we reach Jay’s house, he greets us at the door, immediately taking one of my mother’s bags from me. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home.”
We step inside—or rather, my mom hobbles inside and refuses help—and I can immediately feel the warmth of his place compared to the chill left in our damaged home. Jay takes my mom’s things to the primary suite on the main floor. I follow, feeling a little awkward but grateful for his hospitality.
“Isn’t this your room?” I ask, even though Jay and I didn’t even make it as far as the bedroom.
