I changed into very unsexy sweats and a tank top. For modesty’s sake, I covered up more skin with my hoodie. When I returned to Caleb’s room, he was already down to boxer briefs. Holy crap, a girl could get knocked up just looking at him. Switching off the lamp to give my hormones a rest, I got under the blanket, sensing him doing the same. He wrapped his arms around me and my head naturally rested on his chest.
“Is this where you try to get into my sweatpants?” I asked him, feeling nervous about sharing a bed with a guy.
He laughed softly. “There would be no trying involved. If I wanted in them, they’d already be on the floor.”
“Oh, so now you don’t want to have sex with me?”
He grabbed my hand and I was startled as he placed it on his crotch. “Believe me, I do. Just not with my mom in the other room.”
I yanked my hand away. “You are such a pervert!”
“Thank you,” he said. “Now, I’m going to sleep. I know I’m irresistible, but please try not to molest me again, Gianna.”
Determined to block out the memory of the feel of him in my hand, I shifted position to lie on my side, facing away from him and his massive ego. “Whatever.”
He pulled me into his arms again, spooning me from behind and laughing into my hair. “I’m sorry, princess.”
“No you’re not. Goodnight, Caleb,” I said grumpily.
Not denying it, he whispered sweetly, “Goodnight, beautiful girlfriend.”
That was the problem with players. They always had the charm to go with the good looks.
CALEB
Gianna’s breathing slowed down as she fell asleep. It was so insane that I now had a girlfriend. Doomed from the start, she had me at get off me, asshole! Well, that and her hot body. If I had to have a girlfriend, only someone as awesome as Gianna would do. She wasn’t only beautiful, but also cool and fun to be around. Even if she was mad at me half the time. Not that I didn’t sometimes deserve it. Not that I’d ever admit to deserving it.
I’d never cuddled with a girl before without sex being involved and usually not even then. I liked holding Gianna in my arms. I liked knowing she was mine. Josh, Seth and Jared were suckers! I’d never felt protective of a female before, besides my mom, and this was the first female I’d been possessive of. This thing between us could go somewhere serious but I could also manage to keep it to having fun. We were too young to worry about forever.
The player in me was screaming for his freedom, but I couldn’t stand to let her belong to anyone else. The only way to prevent that was for her to belong to me. The idea of not messing around with other girls was surprisingly acceptable. It helped to have the most beautiful girl in the world as my new playtime partner.
How would my dad and Julie take this? Probably not very well. My mom noticed us holding hands, but she didn’t say anything about it. She was cool like that, but Gianna wasn’t her daughter.
I was nervous about having sex with her. She wouldn’t be my first virgin but I stayed away from virgins for a reason. Girls put a lot of importance on their first time and I didn’t want the pressure of not fucking it up. I ached to have sex with her now, but I had to wait until she was ready. It also needed to be special for her.
Kissing her head through a silky cloud of hair, I let go of my worries and joined her in sleep.
*****
When I woke up at eleven the next morning, Gianna was still asleep. I quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen. My mom was in there at the stove. “Mom, why are you making breakfast?”
“For you and Gianna. Which reminds me, what exactly is going on between you two? I saw you holding hands last night and she slept in your room. I don’t think stepbrothers and stepsisters normally do that.”
“No, but boyfriends and girlfriends do.”
“What? You have girlfriend?” My own mother was laughing at me! “Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous, Caleb, but do you think it’s the best idea to break your own stepsister’s heart?”
“Why would you say that? Who says I’m going to hurt her?”
She looks at me seriously. “Caleb, you’re my son and I love you, but I know how you are with girls. I’m just trying to be realistic here. Besides, how do you think her mother is going to feel about this?”
“Her mom is sort of intense when it comes to Gianna. She had her in high school and feels she missed out, so she wants everything in Gianna’s life to be perfect, including Gianna herself. But I don’t care what her mom says about it,” I said defensively.
My mom twirled a spatula in the air. “Like it or not, Gianna is only sixteen years old. Her mom still has a lot of say in what she does or doesn’t do.”