Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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The sun is up when I pop awake. It's another hot summer day, but this time, what makes my skin burn is Kitten snuggled up to me in bed.
Her bare breasts are pressed to my side, and her leg lies on top of mine.
I smile when something similar to a light snore leaves her pink lips, and fight the urge to kiss her.
She deserves some sleep. Last night was intense. Baring one's soul followed by baring one's body is a recipe for exhaustion.
I untangle myself from Leah carefully and cover her with the blanket before heading to my closet and opening it a fraction, just enough to pull out a clean tee and some shorts.
Then, I grab a pair of boxers from the dresser and make my way out of the room, closing the door behind me.
After a quick shower in the guest bathroom, I go downstairs.
My parents are in the kitchen, having coffee.
"Hangover is a bitch, huh, Pops?" I say when I see Dad frown into his coffee cup with his hand pressed to his surely throbbing temple.
Pops grabs an orange from the fruit bowl and hurls it at me.
I catch it, laughing. "Easy there."
"You're cheerful this morning," Mom says, squinting her green eyes at me. "Why would that be?"
Because my girl and I fucked the brains and the months of being apart out of each other.
I keep that to myself and shrug, strolling to the counter to get my coffee.
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Aria," Pops says, winking. "How did the groveling go, little fucker?"
I pour some coffee into my mug and take a sip. "Good. Great. Fucking awesome."
Pops smirks, and Mom looks so happy I can't help but smile.
"Listen." I clear my throat. "Leah's still sleeping. She's tired, so I don't think she'll wake up soon, but if she does, be gentle, okay? I don't want her to feel uncomfortable. She spent the night with me, but it's been a while, and—"
"Of course," Mom cuts me off. "But what about you?"
"I need to take care of something, but it won't take long. I just don't want Leah to think I left."
I make small talk with my parents and finish my coffee. Then, I shove my feet in a pair of sneakers and leave the house.
It's not even midday, but the sun is blazing. I regret wearing black clothes on my way to Grace's.
I hated how upset Leah was. I distracted her with stupid jokes about her period, but it didn't mean what her mother did, or rather, didn't do, sat well with me.
I can't stand Kitten being hurt, and it's even worse when Grace is the cause of her distress. Their relationship has been strained since the truth about Eric being Leah's dad came out.
