“Sometimes that’s just how it is,” I say as lightly as I can. “I mean, that’s sort of the definition of a hook up. I think you and Sebastian are the exception here.”
Renee lights up again at the mention of Sebastian and she starts to tell me about where they’re going on there date, our conversation steering back into safer waters. Hopefully this will be the last she mentions about her dad, because I don’t think I can take much more. I’ve always been a terrible liar, and Renee’s so good at seeing through me. The only reason she hasn’t is because she’s so wrapped up in her new guy. I wish I could be too.
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I’m tossing and turning, but it’s not because of the bed. No, the bed is perfect, with lots of poufy pillows and the silkiest sheets ever. The reason I can’t sleep is because all I can think about is Nate probably in the next room, the room where he took my virginity. My memory is doing a good job of reminding me, the image of him over me, powerful, rugged, and sexy, the feel of our bodies coming together, the scent of us mingled in the air as I gasp for breath.
God, why had this been allowed to happen? It was all supposed to be just a one night stand. Tons of people have them every year, and go their own merry way. Why couldn’t it have been that way for me too? Instead, not only do I run into Nate again, but I’m here with him for a whole week. I don’t know how I’m supposed to last a night after the pleasures he gave me last time, let alone a night. I could feel myself spinning out of control, and I didn’t like it. I was used to being predictable, to knowing just how I feel and what to do. This need for him is driving me crazy. How Renee didn’t catch on that there was something going on at lunch is beyond me.
“It’s no use,” I say, my eyes snapping open. I throw off the covers. “I’m never going to be able to sleep at this rate.”
I’m warm all over, every cell in my body aware of Nate probably only a few feet away from me. Ugh. I can’t believe I’m so hung up on this one night stand, even if he is devastatingly handsome.
“He’s also your best friend’s dad,” I mutter as I get out of bed. “That should mean something to you.”
Unfortunately, instead of getting disgusted, the forbidden nature of it was kind of making me want him more. What kind of friend am I?! I try and clear my thoughts. Maybe what I needed was a cool glass of water. I open the door and pad out into the apartment. It’s late, almost midnight, and Renee had gone to sleep already. I figure that her dad has too, but when I step out of the hallway, I see him on the couch, reading something on his iPad.
“Oh, hi,” I say awkwardly.
“Emilia,” he says. “You’re up late.”
He’s changed into a t-shirt, one that showed off his tanned arms, and plaid pj pants that do nothing to hide the outline of his cock against his thigh. My cheeks burn, and I look away, but not before seeing his amused grin. I hurry to the kitchen. Normally I’d be admiring the stainless steel appliances and beautiful backsplash, but right now I’m not taking in any of it. I can’t believe he caught me checking him out. I’m going to beat a hasty retreat, but I didn’t account for not knowing where anything is.
“What are you looking for?” Nate’s sexy voice asks, and I jump out of my skin.
“Just a glass,” I tell him, trying to feign casualness.
Oh who am I kidding? There’s no way he doesn’t know I have the hots for him. My nipples are already hard beneath my t-shirt, begging to be sucked.
He leans over me and opens a cabinet, and there they are. He grabs one and hands it to me. For a moment our hands touch, and then I pull away, skin almost burning from contact.
“Thanks,” I manage to say.
“Having trouble sleeping?” he asks, leaning against the granite island.
“Just a little. The lights,” I explain lamely.
“We have blackout shutters,” he says. “There should be a remote in the basket.”
“Oh. Right. Thanks,” I say.
I should go, head back to my room like a good girl and forget about Nate. Instead, I linger, drinking my water. This is a bad call, I think to myself. But for once I’m not listening. My eyes kept flicking over, stealing furtive glances at him, that tall virile frame, those muscles, a body like an athlete even though he’s as old as my father. It’s amazing really, and no wonder I completely fell for him even though he’s way older than me. The only tell was a bit of wrinkle around the eye, but I just chalked it up to laugh lines. Jeez, even I couldn’t keep up with him. I can feel my cheeks burning as I think back to how many times we went at it, trying to make some sense of it all. I shouldn’t be involved with him, shouldn’t want him, and yet, the tingling in my pussy is undeniable. The way my body, my eyes are drawn to Nate by magnetic force is impossible to stop.