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In the light of the bathroom, I celebrated the fact it was a large t-shirt. As narrow as Jared’s waist was in comparison to his shoulders, I doubted any of his underwear would fit me without falling off. So, I had to either locate my underwear downstairs after my shower or go commando.
Holding the gray short-sleeved shirt up, I decided it was good enough to cover my cooch and my ass. Not that it needed covering. It was just Anthony. Still, he sounded serious, so I doubted sex was on the table for him, and it wasn’t on the table for me, not after not knowing where he was for the past few days and him admitting that he saw my calls but chose to ignore me.
After showering and changing into Jared’s large t-shirt that fit me like a modest dress, I headed downstairs for my purse to grab a hair tie. Twisting my hair up on my head, I took some time to head into the kitchen and put the ice cream back into the fridge before going into the living room to wait for Anthony to ring the doorbell.
A few minutes later, he called again. “Hello?” I asked, wondering if he’d changed his mind.
“Hey,” he said. “I’m outside.”
“Okay?” I said, confused. “Come in. I’m in the living room.”
He paused. “Do you mind coming out? It’s just, I want to speak to you alone,” he said.
Jared was asleep, but maybe that wasn’t alone enough for him. I didn’t question him when I’d been waiting so long to see him.
“Okay,” I responded, heading into the kitchen for my heels, which I cursed while putting on.
When I stepped outside, I almost jumped in fright to find him standing on the porch. But soon, my racing heart had nothing to do with fright as I looked at him. He looked great as if he were out living his best life, and he smelled amazing. I would’ve thought he had abandoned me for something better, more exciting, if it weren’t for the storm in his eyes. Unless it didn’t mean what I thought it did. Was he here to break things off with me? He broke eye contact with me and looked at the floor in what seemed to be shame. What was going on?
“What’s with the secrecy?” I asked him.
He looked at my outfit and groaned. “I’m sorry for pulling you out here when you were getting comfortable. I can carry you to the car,” he suggested.
“I’ll walk,” I said, stepping down the three steps in front of the porch.
“Okay, I’ll pull the car…” he started.
“It’s okay, Anthony.” My words came out a little more aggressive than I intended as I motioned for him to lead the way.
Walking down the sloped driveway in heels wasn’t fun. “Let me carry you,” he stated.
“Will you just tell me where you were the past few days? Are you okay?” My ankle rocked, almost tipping me over, and he swore, picking me up over his shoulders. I shrieked as my ass was all the way out for the world to see, mooning the moon spotlighting us in its glow.
“Anthony! I’m not wearing underwear,” I gasped, reaching around to try to shield my cheeks as the wind kissed a few places I wasn’t sure it was meant to.
“Do you really think anyone’s going to see you out here?” he said while pulling the shirt over my ass for me. We both groaned as his finger brushed up close to my labia.
“Put me down,” I said, squirming. Once the car door was open, he did, and I ducked into the car, waiting for him to make his way to his side. “Is this private enough for you?” I was growing increasingly frustrated.
“Tiffany, please. I get that you’re a little irritated but just hear me out,” he sighed.
“I’vebeen waiting. You’re the one refusing to talk,” I responded.
Chapter 39
Anthony
Shewasangry,rightfullyso, although I could tell she was trying to hide it. Still, I didn’t feel scared around her. Nervous, sure. But scared to talk to her? No. Her presence alone made me feel safe or maybe it was the fact I’d practiced my speech over and over again on the drive over here. Yet, somehow, there was still a pause between us as I wondered if my words would be enough. Because although I didn’t fear talking to her, I feared messing this up just like I self-sabotaged other areas of my life, especially when it came to affection.
“Why are we sitting in the car?” she asked me when a few moments of silence passed.
Reclining my seat, I turned to smile at her, hoping it would ease the wrinkles in her forehead before gazing up at the sky. “I thought we could gaze at the stars together.”
She leaned forward to peer through the windshield. “You can’t even see the stars. The moon is too bright,” she said. Still, she reclined her seat, and I could feel her turn to look at me, waiting.
“The moon’s beautiful though, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Anthony…” she started.
