Page 69 of When You Became Mine

We’d spent our mornings together, me having coffee and him downing a bottle of water while discussing our upcoming day. Lawson had even humored me and tried a cup of my famous joe. He’d spat it out the minute the life-sustaining liquid had hit his tongue, but I’d appreciated him for trying.

Each night that we’d both been home together had been spent vegging on the couch, eating takeout, and

just talking. I’d learned more about what he’d really been up to the last few years. I’d only been slightly disappointed when he’d confessed to not dancing backup for the Backstreet Boys. He had done some security work for them, though, and that was how he’d gotten that signed CD. He’d also promised that he could, in fact, get me a meet and greet with them. I wasn’t sure he was telling the truth, but I was holding him to his word.

We’d been in our own little cocoon and I’d loved it. But our bubble of privacy was about to burst and I was freaking out about it.

“Hampton’s been on my ass about coming to dinner,” I confessed.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked, his hand lazily rubbing up and down my arm.

“He’s going to figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” His hand was still moving along my arm, but I wasn’t feeling the soothing strokes anymore. I was too wrapped up in my inner panic attack.

“Us!” I squeaked. “And then he’s gonna tell Georgia. And, Jesus, you know she can’t hold water. Your parents will know before Hampton even finishes his story. And then my mom. God,” I groaned, throwing my arm over my eyes.

Lawson’s hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled my arm away from my face. I cracked one of my lids open and his face filled my vision.

“Why don’t you want them to know we’re together?” Concern filled his eyes. But it wasn’t the concern that made my heart stumble. It was the disappointment that came shining through.

Shit.

He thought I didn’t want them to know we were together. “No! I don’t care that they know we are together. Really, I want to tell them.” I lowered my voice and leaned in close to him. “But they will all know we’re having sex.” I squeezed my eyes shut and lamented, “Albeit, really good sex.”

His burst of laughter caused my lids to pop open. “What?”

“Pippie. We aren’t going to be in the middle of passing the peas and announce that we’re sleeping together.”

I shook my head. “No, but you know Georgia will. She can’t help herself. If it’ll make your dad uncomfortable, she’s gonna say it. And I’ll be honest, I’m not interested in doing CPR on your parents when they choke on roast chicken.”

Lawson cupped my face with his hand and brushed his thumb over my cheekbone. “Calm down. You’re overreacting.”

I huffed. It was unnerving how well he knew me sometimes. “I’m calm. I’m calmly telling you that I’m never going to be able to look your mother in the eye again. The woman who used to wipe my butt, and I’m defiling her son on a nightly basis. Oh, God,” I wailed and rolled onto my back, dramatically throwing my arm over my eyes.

It was more like a three-time a night basis, but that was neither here nor there.

Actually, it was here and there. And everywhere in between. We’d spent plenty of time cuddling on the couch, but we’d also spent time together on the kitchen table, the bathroom counter, the back deck.

He pulled my arm from my face and commanded, “Look at me.”

I did as he asked.

“My mother wants us together. She’ll probably throw us a party. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past her to ask herself if we’d done the deed yet.”

My cheeks heated. I would rather die than have that conversation with his mother. I loved Mrs. Reed, but she was essentially my second mother. I wouldn’t sit down and talk to either of my moms about my sex life, much less with a child they both considered their son.

No. We were going to have to keep this between us just a little bit longer. Lawson would just have to see my side of things.

“I’ve gotta think of an excuse why I can’t grab lunch today,” I muttered.

“You don’t need to avoid anyone,” Lawson implored.

I disagreed. “I just need a little more time. I’m not ready. You understand, right?”

He gave a quick jerk of his chin. “Sure, take as much time as you need.”

I leaned forward and gave his lips a quick peck. “Thank you for understanding.”

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