uncomfortable.”
“Possibly.”
“I can’t think of anything else.”
My grandma handed the Harry Potter book to me. I picked it up and noticed we were in a different place than last time. “Who’s been reading to you?”
“One of the medical students. I’m his patient a few times a week.”
“That was nice of him. I’m sure he’s busy.”
“Yeah, he’s a sweetheart.” She leaned back and waited for me to read.
I found the page and began the story. Like always, after reading for half an hour, my nana fell asleep. I sat with her until visiting hours, and then I went home, wishing she would come with me.
CHAPTER NINE
Ash
My parents were having dinner at their house, and I couldn’t think of an excuse to get out of it. I preferred to stay at home and look out my peephole, waiting for my beautiful neighbor to do her laundry so I could sneak a conversation in.
She loathed me and, and a part of me loathed her too. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even when she snapped at me and treated me like I was a four-year old little boy, I was still obsessed with her. I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. So naturally, I was hooked.
I wanted to sleep with her. I still felt that way. Call me a pervert or a jackass, but that’s what I wanted from her. She was exotic and sexy. She had full lips I wanted to part with my mouth. I wanted a night of passionate sex with her. My body was attracted to her, needing her. Anytime I was near her, my cock was hard.
Why couldn’t I want an easy slutty girl? That would make my life a lot easier.
And then she had to move next door to me. Really? Right next door? I hated my luck. If I never saw her again after that night at the bar, forgetting about her would be easier. Now it was impossible.
I arrived at the house at the same time as my sister and Scotty.
“Hey.” Livia smiled when she spotted me.
“Hey, brat.” Every time I looked at her, I thought about what happened to her. I didn’t think less of her. I still loved her with my whole heart. But I hated myself for not preventing it. We’d always been close. I should have been there and I’d never forgive myself for not rescuing her. But around her, I put on a fake face and pretended my heart hadn’t been shattered.
Scotty carried a bottle of wine. “I brought this just in case…”
I laughed. “You’re going to need it. My parents are boring, snooty and—”
“You’re here!” My mom opened the door and smiled.
“Wonderful,” I finished awkwardly.
Livia elbowed me in the gut then walked forward. “Hi, Mom.”
My mom hugged her. “Hello, dear. You look nice.”
“Thanks.”
My mom rushed to me and gave me a big hug. She practically crushed me. “My boy.”
I patted her back. “Hey, Mom.”
When she pulled away and looked at Scotty, I wasn’t sure what to expect. “It’s nice to see you.” She pulled Scotty in for a hug and embraced him.
Phew. That went well.
After my dad hugged Livia, he came to me. “How’s my son?”
“Good. How about you, Pops?”
“Better now.” He hugged me then clapped me on the shoulder. “You’re looking fit.”
“Scotty and I play basketball pretty often.”
My dad shook Scotty’s hand. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You too, sir.” Scotty held out the wine. “It’s not vintage, but it’s pretty good.”
My dad took it. “Thank you. My wife loves wine.”
And I love alcohol.
We walked inside then gathered around the table. I ate out a lot because I was busy and lazy, so it was nice to have a home cooked meal, especially one where I didn’t have to do the dishes.
My mom passed the bread around. “So, what’s going on with you guys?”
“I have an art show this weekend,” Livia said.
“You always have art shows,” I mumbled.
“Because I need to make a living,” she snapped.
“What time?” my mom asked excitedly. “Your father and I will be there.”
Wow. They were really making an effort.
“At
“Possibly.”
“I can’t think of anything else.”
My grandma handed the Harry Potter book to me. I picked it up and noticed we were in a different place than last time. “Who’s been reading to you?”
“One of the medical students. I’m his patient a few times a week.”
“That was nice of him. I’m sure he’s busy.”
“Yeah, he’s a sweetheart.” She leaned back and waited for me to read.
I found the page and began the story. Like always, after reading for half an hour, my nana fell asleep. I sat with her until visiting hours, and then I went home, wishing she would come with me.
CHAPTER NINE
Ash
My parents were having dinner at their house, and I couldn’t think of an excuse to get out of it. I preferred to stay at home and look out my peephole, waiting for my beautiful neighbor to do her laundry so I could sneak a conversation in.
She loathed me and, and a part of me loathed her too. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even when she snapped at me and treated me like I was a four-year old little boy, I was still obsessed with her. I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. So naturally, I was hooked.
I wanted to sleep with her. I still felt that way. Call me a pervert or a jackass, but that’s what I wanted from her. She was exotic and sexy. She had full lips I wanted to part with my mouth. I wanted a night of passionate sex with her. My body was attracted to her, needing her. Anytime I was near her, my cock was hard.
Why couldn’t I want an easy slutty girl? That would make my life a lot easier.
And then she had to move next door to me. Really? Right next door? I hated my luck. If I never saw her again after that night at the bar, forgetting about her would be easier. Now it was impossible.
I arrived at the house at the same time as my sister and Scotty.
“Hey.” Livia smiled when she spotted me.
“Hey, brat.” Every time I looked at her, I thought about what happened to her. I didn’t think less of her. I still loved her with my whole heart. But I hated myself for not preventing it. We’d always been close. I should have been there and I’d never forgive myself for not rescuing her. But around her, I put on a fake face and pretended my heart hadn’t been shattered.
Scotty carried a bottle of wine. “I brought this just in case…”
I laughed. “You’re going to need it. My parents are boring, snooty and—”
“You’re here!” My mom opened the door and smiled.
“Wonderful,” I finished awkwardly.
Livia elbowed me in the gut then walked forward. “Hi, Mom.”
My mom hugged her. “Hello, dear. You look nice.”
“Thanks.”
My mom rushed to me and gave me a big hug. She practically crushed me. “My boy.”
I patted her back. “Hey, Mom.”
When she pulled away and looked at Scotty, I wasn’t sure what to expect. “It’s nice to see you.” She pulled Scotty in for a hug and embraced him.
Phew. That went well.
After my dad hugged Livia, he came to me. “How’s my son?”
“Good. How about you, Pops?”
“Better now.” He hugged me then clapped me on the shoulder. “You’re looking fit.”
“Scotty and I play basketball pretty often.”
My dad shook Scotty’s hand. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You too, sir.” Scotty held out the wine. “It’s not vintage, but it’s pretty good.”
My dad took it. “Thank you. My wife loves wine.”
And I love alcohol.
We walked inside then gathered around the table. I ate out a lot because I was busy and lazy, so it was nice to have a home cooked meal, especially one where I didn’t have to do the dishes.
My mom passed the bread around. “So, what’s going on with you guys?”
“I have an art show this weekend,” Livia said.
“You always have art shows,” I mumbled.
“Because I need to make a living,” she snapped.
“What time?” my mom asked excitedly. “Your father and I will be there.”
Wow. They were really making an effort.
“At
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