Recovery (Sequel to Been You)

Chapter 27: History With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

I wake to the delicious smell of my favorite food: Justin's mom's spaghetti. I have not yet opened my eyes in fear of the possibility that I dreamt up the smell. It can't be, Mrs. B never allows food upstairs. I must be dreaming.

"Should I wake her? I don't want it to get cold..." a voice - Justin's - asks.

"Hmm... just nudge her. Ask her if she's hungry. If not, I can always reheat it," I hear Justin's mom answer. So it is real! I flutter my eyelids open, just as Justin gently shakes me.

"Hey, baby," he greets softly. "Mom made us spaghetti. Are you hungry?" His voice is so gentle, I feel goosebumps arise on my skin.

"Yes," I croak, my voice scratchy from sleeping.

"Wow, your sleep voice is so hot," Justin comments, kissing me softly.

"Justin!" Mrs. B whisper shouts from the doorway. I hadn't realized that she was still here. Justin pulls away at the sound of her voice, putting both hands up guiltily.

"Thanks, Mrs. B. It smells so yummy," I say, clearing my throat.

"Of course, Ely. Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything?" She asks. What? Did Justin tell her about Ashley? Maybe she's talking about my head? Who knows. Better keep it vague.

"I'm okay, I think the nap helped. Thanks."

"No problem. Let me know if I can help in any way, sweetie," she says, leaving, closing the door behind her. I look to Justin, furrowed brows.

"I told her your head was bothering you," he explains.

"I figured, but I wasn't sure," I croak.

"Your sleep voice really is so hot, though, babe," Justin says, leaning in to kiss me again.

"Nope! I'm hungry," I say, sitting up and taking a mouthful of spaghetti. Oh. My. God. It's more amazing than I could remember. I throw my head back, moaning. "Fuck."

"Damn, I wish I could get that kind of reaction out of you," Justin jokes.

"You'll have your chance. That nap set me up to be up all night," I say, my eyebrows rising and falling mischievously. "I can sneak in here..." I continue, trailing my fingers along his face.

"You won't have to," Justin corrects. I look to him confusedly. Still stuffing my face with his mom's bomb ass spaghetti. "Mom said you can sleep in here, now."

"You're kidding," I marvel, my full mouth spilling when I talk. Justin wipes the rogue sauce dripping from my lip with his thumb, sucking it clean.

"Nope," he smiles, his face now the mischievous one.

"So, boyfriend? What do you wanna do tonight?" I tease.

"Well, girlfriend. Tonight, I kinda wanna make you cum all over my fingers and have you suck them clean," he answers simply, as if he'd said he wanted to play video games or something. His explicitness sends a shiver through my body. "What do you wanna do tonight, baby?"

"Hmm... I don't know... Let's let your internet history decide!" I say, jumping up from his bed, setting my empty bowl on his nightstand. I lunge for his lap top, but he reaches and swipes it away before I can get to it.

"No, no, no, no, let's not," he says, holding the device close to his chest. That's when I come up with a better idea. I grab his phone off of the dresser behind myself, keying in his password. "Ely, no," he begs.

"Let's see," I say scrolling through his history. He stands up to try to tackle me to the bed, but I dodge him. "Girl on girl, typical," I observe, pulling the phone out of his reach when he grabs for it. "DDLG and BDSM... hm, that makes sense with the whole 'baby girl' thing," I continue. He rolls his eyes at me. As I'm scrolling, I notice something that makes me gasp aloud. "Exhibitionism?" I inquire, eyebrows raised. "You pervert," I joke laughingly.

"Stop, Ely," he pleads, his face red with embarrassment.

"What? You don't wanna do me in public?" I tease, faux pouting, my free hand flying to my chest.

"It's not like... it's just," he tries to explain. "Before the accident - Halloween, we had a party. You and I were both really horny, but there was nowhere for us to... yeah, so we did it outside, in the backyard and we got caught. I know it was really embarrassing for you, but I can't help it. It turns me on so much. And ever since, it's just... it gets me off." I take in his words as he looks up at me, awaiting my response. I walk across the room to his window. I pull the string, bringing up the blinds. The sky outside is dark, apart from the dim street lights. The suburban street is empty, aside from the occasional jogger.

"Wanna touch me in front of the window?"