was
dirty. Sanity returned and I opened up the cupboard where my robe was hanging.
Thankfully, I still kept it there.
“Are you
okay?” In my nakedness panic, I had forgotten that I hadn’t said anything in
response to him. Again.
“Yeah, I was just trying
to get dressed. I’ll be right out.” I hurriedly pulled on my robe. I knew it
was mine because it was silky and had flowers on it, but it wasn’t the same one
I remembered from a couple of days ago. Again, I was just rolling with the
punches. It was like staying in someone else’s house when you weren’t planning
on it and having to borrow their things. It felt foreign. I tied it around my
waist and opened the door. Carter was still standing there, looking concerned,
so I just gave him a weak smile and rushed past him to go to my bedroom.
I opened
the closet and stopped dead. It was stuffed. All my clothes were pushed to one
side and the other side was taken up by men’s clothing. Stacks of jeans were on
the shelves, and shoes were lined up along the entire floor area. My heart
thumped hard against my breastbone. Everywhere I turned I was faced with the
knowledge that I shared my life with Carter. My mind just refused to accept it.
Chapter Six
I grabbed a pair of black
yoga pants off the shelf and snatched a red tee shirt before walking over to my
dresser to grab a fresh pair of panties only to encounter stacks of folded
boxer briefs in various colors. I reached down to touch them but jerked my hand
back at the last second. That was just wrong. Clearly I am the pervert. Who runs their fingers over someone’s underwear?
I opened the drawer that
used to be for my night wear. Bingo. Panties were staring back at me this time.
I grabbed the first pair I saw and put them on, threw off the robe, and pulled
on my clothes. Dressed, I didn’t feel that I was as vulnerable. Not that I
thought Carter was going to take advantage of me, but it made me feel better.
I walked back to the
bathroom and Carter was no longer standing in the hallway. Good. I opened the
cabinet that had all of my beauty essentials, basically brushes and hair ties,
and pulled out a brush with soft bristles. I still hadn’t detangled my hair,
and I could tell that getting all the knots out was going to hurt and I didn’t
want to press my luck with the lump on my head. I pulled my hair out of the
scrunchie and started gently working the brush through it, not an easy task in
its greasy state. I really needed to wash it, but I was going to have to wait
on that.
When I had
gotten my hair as nice as it was going to get, I brushed my teeth and braced
myself to go back out to the living room. When was I going to stop having to
brace myself to do something? This had been the most stressful twenty four
hours of my life. I was feeling drained mentally and physically.
All I wanted was to flop
down on the couch, but I noticed Carter sitting there with his head thrown
back, asleep with Lucy curled up next to him. I took the chance to observe him
covertly. He was beautiful—I’d always thought so. When I first met him he was a
bit gangly, but even then I could tell he was going to be a good looking man.
Granted, he was only fourteen at the time, but he already looked like a model
for some kind of perfume company. You know the kind of ads they shoot in black
and white? Anyway, now he looked like every woman’s fantasy. His body had
filled out and his face had become more angular. His mouth, oh his mouth was
gorgeous. It always looked like it was on the verge of smiling.
I found myself staring at
his mouth. I could almost imagine it kissing my lips and enveloping my nipple.
I imagined meeting his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs. What the hell? I shivered, not knowing
for sure if I was imagining the image or remembering.
I made my
way closer to the couch and Lucy looked up at me and thumped her tail. It made
Carter open his eyes so I guess he wasn’t sleeping
dirty. Sanity returned and I opened up the cupboard where my robe was hanging.
Thankfully, I still kept it there.
“Are you
okay?” In my nakedness panic, I had forgotten that I hadn’t said anything in
response to him. Again.
“Yeah, I was just trying
to get dressed. I’ll be right out.” I hurriedly pulled on my robe. I knew it
was mine because it was silky and had flowers on it, but it wasn’t the same one
I remembered from a couple of days ago. Again, I was just rolling with the
punches. It was like staying in someone else’s house when you weren’t planning
on it and having to borrow their things. It felt foreign. I tied it around my
waist and opened the door. Carter was still standing there, looking concerned,
so I just gave him a weak smile and rushed past him to go to my bedroom.
I opened
the closet and stopped dead. It was stuffed. All my clothes were pushed to one
side and the other side was taken up by men’s clothing. Stacks of jeans were on
the shelves, and shoes were lined up along the entire floor area. My heart
thumped hard against my breastbone. Everywhere I turned I was faced with the
knowledge that I shared my life with Carter. My mind just refused to accept it.
Chapter Six
I grabbed a pair of black
yoga pants off the shelf and snatched a red tee shirt before walking over to my
dresser to grab a fresh pair of panties only to encounter stacks of folded
boxer briefs in various colors. I reached down to touch them but jerked my hand
back at the last second. That was just wrong. Clearly I am the pervert. Who runs their fingers over someone’s underwear?
I opened the drawer that
used to be for my night wear. Bingo. Panties were staring back at me this time.
I grabbed the first pair I saw and put them on, threw off the robe, and pulled
on my clothes. Dressed, I didn’t feel that I was as vulnerable. Not that I
thought Carter was going to take advantage of me, but it made me feel better.
I walked back to the
bathroom and Carter was no longer standing in the hallway. Good. I opened the
cabinet that had all of my beauty essentials, basically brushes and hair ties,
and pulled out a brush with soft bristles. I still hadn’t detangled my hair,
and I could tell that getting all the knots out was going to hurt and I didn’t
want to press my luck with the lump on my head. I pulled my hair out of the
scrunchie and started gently working the brush through it, not an easy task in
its greasy state. I really needed to wash it, but I was going to have to wait
on that.
When I had
gotten my hair as nice as it was going to get, I brushed my teeth and braced
myself to go back out to the living room. When was I going to stop having to
brace myself to do something? This had been the most stressful twenty four
hours of my life. I was feeling drained mentally and physically.
All I wanted was to flop
down on the couch, but I noticed Carter sitting there with his head thrown
back, asleep with Lucy curled up next to him. I took the chance to observe him
covertly. He was beautiful—I’d always thought so. When I first met him he was a
bit gangly, but even then I could tell he was going to be a good looking man.
Granted, he was only fourteen at the time, but he already looked like a model
for some kind of perfume company. You know the kind of ads they shoot in black
and white? Anyway, now he looked like every woman’s fantasy. His body had
filled out and his face had become more angular. His mouth, oh his mouth was
gorgeous. It always looked like it was on the verge of smiling.
I found myself staring at
his mouth. I could almost imagine it kissing my lips and enveloping my nipple.
I imagined meeting his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs. What the hell? I shivered, not knowing
for sure if I was imagining the image or remembering.
I made my
way closer to the couch and Lucy looked up at me and thumped her tail. It made
Carter open his eyes so I guess he wasn’t sleeping
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