Jessica didn’t stay there. She got to her feet, bending down to grab her jeans. He saw she was shaking.
What the hell had just happened?
“You can see yourself out?”
“Jess,” he said, staring to speak her name. He didn’t have a clue what to say.
“Lock up.”
She didn’t look back toward him. The kettle had long since boiled. He didn’t want to leave this like this.
Watching her leave when she wasn’t even looking at him, pissed him the fuck off. Why wasn’t she looking at him?
Picking up his jeans, he pulled them up his body. The condom was still on his dick. Pulling it off, he tied it up, throwing it in the trash. He washed his hands, then for some reason, he cleaned off the table. Snake didn’t do domestic shit, and yet he couldn’t leave. He didn’t have his cell phone on him as Judi had that because his phone had the pictures of her son, and he didn’t want to call one of the brothers to pick him up. If someone needed him they’d come and find him. Enough of the crew had seen him running out to Jessica. It wouldn’t take long for them to find him.
He made them both a coffee, looking through her cupboards to find the cups, spoons, milk, sugar, and coffee. With two cups in his hand, he walked toward the front door, checking to make sure it was locked. Once he was satisfied that it was all safe, he made his way upstairs.
Turn back.
This is complicated shit.
She’s not club.
She’s a fucking nurse.
Turn back.
He kept walking up those stairs to find the woman who’d given him the best orgasm he’d ever experienced. Opening one of the rooms he found it was a bare room apart from a single bed with no sheets on it.
Closing the door, he found Jessica’s bedroom. It was a lilac bedroom with a darker purple bed. He liked the room instantly, and it shouted out Jessica’s personality.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He didn’t stop. She wasn’t in the bedroom, and he saw the only door led into a walk-in closet.
Leaving the bedroom he found her lying in the bath tub. Bubbles were up around her neck, and she turned to look at him.
“I thought you were leaving?”
“I was going to leave.”
“What changed?”
“I’ve got nowhere else to be. You’re here, and we’re going to spend some time together.”
“You fucked me. Shouldn’t you be leaving now? Don’t you have some kind of moral code that says you can’t fuck a girl twice?” she asked.
He placed their cups on the counter near the sink.
“I made you a coffee.”
“You’re not going to answer my question?”
“There’s no need to answer it because I’m already sitting here.” He took a seat on the toilet staring at her.
There were no signs of tears in her eyes or cascading down her face.
“I don’t cry,” she said.
He’d not even realized he’d spoken out loud.
“Why don’t you cry?”
“I come from a family where tears are not really seen. We’re a family of fighters. My dad’s a lawyer. He’s used to winning. Tears don’t win court cases, good lawyers do. My brother, he’s a doctor. He wouldn’t be caught crying. My mom’s a housewife, like those Stepford moms you hear about. I don’t cry.”
Snake rubbed his hands together.
“Why did you walk away downstairs?”
“I’m not good with the whole morning after routine.”
“It wasn’t the morning after,” he said, watching her.
Jessica blew out a breath. “I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had a boyfriend, not really. I’ve never lived with a man before.”
“What?” He smiled. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I’ve had plenty of sex. I’ve even had sex with same person. I’ve not wanted to have a boyfriend, and when I caught the one guy I was going steady with cheating on me, I haven’t wanted to be with someone since.” She shrugged. “I’m used to leaving afterward. I’m not used to sticking around and talking.”
“Do you want a boyfriend?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Snake didn’t like that answer. This woman was going to reject him at every turn. She was in for one big fucking surprise. He wasn’t going anywhere.
****
“Why are you still here?” she asked.
Jessica expected him to leave. She didn’t anticipate him coming to find her. Staring over at him, she wanted to reach out and touch him, yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What was it about him that he was breaking through all of her walls? She wasn’t going to cry. Jessica couldn’t remember the last time she cried. It was hard for her to admit the truth about not having a boyfriend.