Little Rooms

Chapter 5

I collapsed on my bed, drained from little sleep, too much sex, and the arrival of my parents after weeks without them. It felt like a rubber hose around my arms, holding me close to myself. I was reluctant to give up the freedom I was familiar with, wishing they'd never come home.

"Hey," whispered my window.

I shot up in bed, the adrenaline turning my head into a floating balloon full of black stars. Isaiah's face peered through the glass.

"Shit." I went to let him in, nearly falling because my blood pressure crashed. He'd climbed the tree outside my window and was hanging by a limb, his legs dangling under his long body. Like a cat, he slinked through the window, landed on the floor with quiet precision and grabbed me. It was like he'd never left.

"Isaiah. Wait. Hey." I had to push his mouth away from mine.

"What?"

"They're home."

"The egg and sperm donors?"

"Yessss. Shhhh."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought my already aching hips to his.

"You're a risk taker, you know that?"

"Calculated risks are often the best ones to take." He worked his lips up my neck and behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine to awaken my inner naughtiness.

"I enjoyed having you deliver my pizza, among other things," I said, pushing my face into his shirt. It was nice to smell him again.

"My favorite part is baking the pie in a hot oven," he said, laughing as he slid his hand into my waistband. I glanced at my door, the lock securely fastened. Would there be time?

Indeed, when there are walls involved and some of the clothes stay on, sex can be done in a super-fast way. Within minutes, we had ripped open a Trojan and were against the wall by the window, pants around the ankles, hands under shirts, pushing, pulling, pushing. I felt my back going up against the stucco, trying to match Isaiah's rhythm and being raised by his sheer height.

"Oooh, I love walking the wall with you." He moaned and released, sending us both to the floor to catch our breath. A few zips and tugs and we were fully dressed like any other day, except it took Isaiah a minute to come down from his high. I collapsed on the bed and he joined me.

"I wanted to ask you something," I said, placing my hand on his thigh. We'd known each other's bodies for only one day.

"Shoot."

"Were you in my parents' room last night?"

He looked at me like I was the best thing in the world, not a hint of anything behind his eyes but warmth. "No. Why?"

"The door was open. Something was missing."

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Remember when I said that you probably think I'm one of those kids with troubles?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not. You probably left the door open, or the dog did it. Shit happens." He squinted and looked at me with intense eyes. "I didn't go anywhere except the bathroom, your bedroom and--"

His hand moved to my backside, while his eyes focused on mine until I buckled and made the next response.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like I was blaming you."

"Oh, I know. But you weren't sure."

"I'm sure, I just didn't know."

"Same thing. You've got a lot to learn about me, Nicole." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Ready to go?"