Can't Get Enough

16.

16.

And so we sat together, my body holding hers, talking under the park's oak tree until we saw the sun peeking over the horizon, happily greeting us again.

"And obviously I let my mom know I was okay, I didn't want to add another thing for her to worry about. I checked in on her daily, but I think it's time to go back. Daddy dearest should be home from his trip any day now, and god forbid I'm not there." She yawned. She was never one for all-nighters.

"You can go to sleep if you want." I was tired myself, it had been a long night for the both of us.

"I'll have time for that when I get home."

"Are you gonna go back to school? i'm pretty sure your GPA's not doing so hot."

She quietly laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that's why teachers put notes and homework online. I was weeks ahead in school anyway, so in reality I'm only a day or two behind."

I felt my expression go rigid. "You told me you were failing."

"In reality, I am. Because tests are 90% of our grade, and I've missed quite a few, I'm not in the best shape." She admitted.

"But I'll get it done." Wow. Two months ago, she would've been pulling out her hair by section because she was a day behind, or missed a test.

"Look at you, calm without the high."

She beamed, putting the rising sun's rays to shame.

"I'm making progress." She shifted under my arms.

"I'm not gonna lie, I do miss it though. Going cold turkey already sucks." Ain't that the truth. I kissed her cheek.

"I know, L."

"Okay, This has been fun and all, but I need to shower. Car deodorant can only do so much." I doubled over in laughter while she got up and I followed.

"Shirt please." It wasn't even a question.

"But baby, it's cold."

"Don't care."

"What if my mom or the staff sees me walk in at dawn shirtless?"

"Aw, how is Anne?" She smiled at the thought of my mom. They were painfully close.

"I should come over for dinner tonight."

My eyes grew wide.

"Shirt, but no dinner."

With a groan, she mumbled "fine."

I stifled a victory grin while I undressed.

--

At 6pm, on the dot, my doorbell rang. My mom and I were just about to sit down for dinner when he heard the ring. My mom went to answer it as I was served and I heard laughter ring out soon after.

My mother never laughed.

I got up to see just who had the magic ability to make my mother laugh and when I got to the door I sighed. Of course.

Leila was standing there, stunning. She was in a floral print dress, brown boots, and a jean jacket looking absolutely ravishing. Her curls were so perfect I forgot I specifically told her not to come. She saw me checking her out and bit her lip while still talking to my mother, an action she knew drew me wild. I shook my wild hair, tugged at my scarf, and walked back to the dining room.

"Well come in, darling! We were just about to sit down!!"

"Thank you, Mama Anne!" I grimaced at that nickname.

--

"Dinner was delicious, as always. Thank you Margo!"

"Anyteeng for you, Miss Leila."

Leila got up and went to the kitchen to help Margo clean up. My mom didn't even try stopping her at this point. She loved helping out. I just didn't want to be alone with my mother, but I was anyway.

"You light up when she's around." My mon smiled sweetly. "I think we all do."

"Yeah."

"She was really there for you during our hardest time."

"Don't bring that up, mom."

"I'm just saying-"

"No. You know I feel shitty enough about that already. Don't speak of it."

She sighed. "Harry, it's not your fault."

"You know for damn straight it is!!" I slammed my fist on the table, anger rising.

"It was an accident, Harry!"

"Bullshit! I'm sick and tired of you trying to make things that aren't alright seem so! He's gone, he's never coming back, and it's my fault!"

A single tear strolled down her cheek.

"Anyone want lemon meringue?!" Leila bounced into the dining room carrying two plates, Margo toting a third. Then she spotted my mom's expression, my furious face, and set the dessert down.

"Harry, show me your CD collection."

Without waiting for my reply, she tugged my hand and brought me to my room.

--

"You need a distraction." She said, closing the door behind her.

I gently pushed her back to the door, unbuttoning my shirt.

"I want to see you out of that dress. Now." My shirt fell to the floor and she hiked up her dress and used to fingers to remove a foil packet tucked into her underwear. She bit her lip mischievously and I instantly felt myself harden.

"Yes sir." She smirked.

God, she's endless to me.

I decided to end it here, I'm not good at explicit scenes, despite what my friends say. (What I started out writing lol) If you would like more, let a sista know, I'll work it in. XO