En cours de chargement...
Something electric courses through me when he caresses my knuckles. I force myself to clear my throat. "It's getting late. I should get going.""You should stay the night."Though I don't want to go home, I say, "Oh, thanks for the offer, but-""Allow me to correct myself. You are staying the night." In a softer voice, he adds, "Don't think I haven't noticed the anxious look in your eyes whenever you mention home."He's a lot more observant than his son.
I say without any real conviction, "I wouldn't want to impose."He says dryly, "I have five unused guest rooms. You wouldn't be imposing."To avoid something messy, I should insist on going home. Instead, I let my ex-boyfriend's dad take my hand, and we go up his long white staircase. Does some part of me love mess? I'm beginning to think the answer is yes. WORD COUNT: 6, 900 A sexy short story about a young woman and her ex-boyfriend's dad!
