“I…that’s not true,” I stumble over my words.
“I love you and want you to be happy. Just think about what I said.”
“Fine, I’ll think about it.”
“And feel free to send me any pictures of that sexy man holding a baby. You know I’m a sucker for hot guys holding babies. And puppies. Or reading or holding a cup of coffee.”
“So just hot men in general?” I laugh.
“Guilty. I’m about to get in a cab, talk soon, though, okay?”
“Of course.” I end the call and go inside to stretch and shower. Then I get something to eat and go back upstairs. Lying down in bed, I grab a book and plan on reading a few chapters, escaping into a fictional world and not thinking about ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés or anything of the sort. This fictional land full of witches and sexy vampires is much more exciting, anyway.
Three chapters later and I’m feeling sleepy. I trade the book for a blanket and lie down. Mom left to go to the store and Dad is at work. The house is quiet, save for the birds chirping outside the open window. With the ceiling fan on high, things are set for prime napping time.
My eyes fall shut and I start to drift to sleep faster than I expected, slipping into a hazy dream where I’m walking through Eastwood and run into Owen again. But this time, we don’t go to the park.
This time we go back to his house, which is technically his parents’ since that’s the last place he lived during college when we were still together. We’re sitting in the kitchen and suddenly he’s holding a baby again, but instead of the little blonde-haired newborn he was holding before, this baby has thick dark hair…just like he does.
Then the dream shifts and suddenly we’re upstairs in his bedroom. He’s on top of me, and his kisses feel just as good as before. My clothes just melt off in a way that can only happen in a dream. Owen rolls me over so I’m straddling him. I buck my hips, feeling his big cock rub against me.
“Charlie,” he moans, looking into my eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I pant and lean down to kiss him. I grind against him, needing a release. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything this good.
My eyes fly open. Oh, shit. My hand is between my legs, and my body is still craving the release my dream didn’t give. I push myself up, eyes wide. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stride into the bathroom and turn on the sink, set on splashing cold water on my face.
Because having a sex dream about Owen is the last fucking thing I need.Chapter 9CharlieI bring my hand up to my face, covering my nose. Mom does the same and takes a step closer to the door. She offered to help me look at rentals around Eastwood today since I didn’t put the deposit down on the apartment yesterday. There are a whole three houses up for rent in Eastwood right now, and we’re on house number three already.
The first was nothing more than a trailer parked in someone’s yard. I’d share my propane hookup with the house, so that was an automatic no. The next house was rather large for one person, and looked promising from the outside…until we saw the water damage in the basement. Turns out it floods during bad rainstorms.
And this current house is small, tidy, but smells terrible, like cigarettes and cat pee. Looks like I’m stuck with Mom and Dad for another month and a half…and that I’ll be dropping off the deposit to hold my spot at the apartment complex.
Mom and I do our best not to gag as we walk through the rest of the house, which is actually cute and has potential if only it didn’t smell so bad. After leaving the house, we go into town and get lunch.
As we’re leaving the restaurant, Carly calls and asks if we want to go see her lot in the neighborhood today. The builders started to mark stuff off and she’s excited.
“Do you want to go?” Mom asks. “I know it’s not the most exciting thing in the world, but your sister is just tickled over this.”
“Yeah, I’ll go see it. I think it’s cute she’s so excited.”
“Five people in her little house…” Mom shakes her head. “Plus those dogs. I couldn’t have done it. The two of you took up enough room in our house.” She gives me a wink. “The only downfall about older houses is the lack of bathrooms. In this new neighborhood, every bedroom has a bathroom.”
“That is nice, especially when the kids get older.”
“Definitely. There were many mornings before school where you and Carly would be fighting over the bathroom.”