Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 15

(No Control - 15. Why Don't We Go There?)

I push myself off Jess, pull my boxers up and chuck the condom in the bin. "Is one of those for me?" I ask, catching sight of the mugs of tea on the counter next to us.

"Well it was, but it's probably a bit strong now. And I'm wearing half of it." She begins to make some more tea and I watch her, smiling.

"Yeah you're very jumpy," I tease.

"Well you shouldn't keep sneaking up on me!" she scolds me, and I grin. She puts a fresh cup of tea in front of me and we walk over to the breakfast bar and perch on the stools.

"So, you're heading up to see your family today?" she asks me.

"Yeah, I'm driving up there later."

I'm really looking forward to it. My mum knows I'm not seeing Nadine anymore and is bound to make a fuss over me. And to be honest I feel like I need a bit of TLC. The tour has been stressful lately, for various reasons, and I need this break.

"Yourself?" Jess is asking. "Or does someone drive you?"

"No, I'll drive myself today. I like driving."

I haven't driven since before we started the tour at the beginning of February. I like being independent.

"Cool. Well I'll get my stuff and be out of your hair," Jess replies, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Oh no - I don't want this to become awkward. I don't want her to think I can't wait to get rid of her. That couldn't be further from the truth. I fiddle with my hair nervously, and remember I haven't brushed it yet.

"You don't have to rush off, I'm not kicking you out," I say, and immediately think I could have worded that better.

"It's OK, I should be getting back home anyway," she says. She seems less confident than she did last night.

"You already said you had no plans today," I bat back at her. "You told me that last night."

She laughs and I notice she has a little dimple in her left cheek. "Wow, you really were listening, weren't you," she says, and she sounds pleased.

I frown at her surprise. "Of course. I had a great time last night." Didn't she? And I don't just mean the sex - I enjoyed our... date? Can you call it that? I'm not sure.

"Me too," she says, smiling shyly at me and I feel the same jolt from last night in my stomach again.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" she says after she finishes the last of her cup of tea.

"Not at all," I respond. "There are towels in the airing cupboard in the en suite. Help yourself to anything you need."

She's going to be naked in my en suite in a minute. I suppress a grin at the thought.

"Thanks," she replies, and she disappears off in the direction of the bedroom.

I watch her walk away - oh my God she looks so hot in my shirt. I stare at her legs and quickly turn away when she reaches the door in case she turns and sees me perving on her. I hear the en suite door shut, and a minute later I hear the shower running.

I try not to think about her being naked in my shower but I can't help it. I let my mind wander back to last night - her lips on mine, her hands tugging at my hair, the feel of her around me... Christ I need to stop this.

I shake my head and feel my stomach rumble, and remember I didn't have a proper meal last night. I need to eat something.

I shove 4 slices of bread in the toaster and switch the kettle on again. I busy myself making breakfast, buttering toast, stirring the tea. Once everything's ready I bring it back over to the breakfast bar and sit back down on a stool. The shower has stopped running now. Jess will be back any minute.