DAWNING POINT (AgeTabooRomance)

Chapter 4

Well it turned out one more drink was two more drinks too many.

One of my limp arms hung around Kallum's shoulder as he walked me from the Uber to front door of his house. Thankfully I hadn't lost my stomach in the ride car, but it still bubbled now, and I wondered idly if I should head for the bush or hope for the best.

My head rolled and my legs swayed below me as Kallum searched for his key in his pocket. The yellow front light was on and I wanted it to fuck right off. My eyes kept hooding and opening again at the disturbance, and I held my hand to my stomach.

Gee, I make wonderful decisions.

The door swung open and I hiccupped, laughing at myself because I was hilarious.

He led me in through the foyer, the sitting room situated in front of us – the lights were off but I knew the space – and then walked me right down the hall. We passed through the blacked-out kitchen and rounded the corner to the stairs behind the wall, taking the flight to the first door on the landing.

By the sounds of Kall's heavy breathing, I was giving him trouble, and I laughed harder.

I could feel his eyes on me in the dark as he whispered. "Shut up, my Dad will hear you," his voice betrayed his words, though, sounding amused instead of aggravated.

"I am sure he's heard your bitches before, so no biggie," I snorted, unsure of what I was saying but knowing what I meant.

Kall had girls over all the time; Andrew wouldn't care. It was me and I was great.

"Careful now," he warned, and I covered my mouth to stop from howling as I sucked in breath after breath.

We entered his room, his smell – citrus and minty – was rich in the space. His bed lay to the left with his desk on the right next to his walk-in bathroom.

I had spent so much time in here over the years that the space was a comfort, almost as much as my own bedroom. Even though I usually stayed in the guest bedroom, we had spent all our time – watching movies, paying video games and sharing all of our late-night talks – in this room.

Stumbling for the bed I flopped down on my back, lying motionless and absolutely spent.

Hello, sleepy time.

When I opened my eyes again, Kallum was staring down at me. His smile was palpable through the dim moonlight. I returned the gesture and stuck my tongue out at him.

What was I? Five?

Oh, who cares.

"Come on," Kallum attempted to pull me back up. "We need to get you out of those clothes."

"Oh, Mr. Adams," I taunted, a snort slipping out that made me sound like an excited baby pig. How fitting.

"Fuck off," he tried for frustrated.

Oh, come on, how many times had girls spoken to him like that in this room? Which reminded me, I wasn't originally sleeping in here tonight. I hoped he'd cleaned his fucking covers, considering the short notice.

"Hurry up. I'm losing my patience."

No, he wasn't.

He pulled me up but I was unwilling, flopping forward and feeling like the best part of a bowl of Jell-O as my insides flipped unsettlingly. Nevertheless, I did what I was told and practically crawled to my bag on the floor in search of my sleepwear.

Deep, breathy cackles, attempting to be quiet, mocked me and I flipped them the bird.  I unzipped the bag and scrambled through it once, twice, then three times, and exhaled impatiently. The soft tank and matching bottoms were nowhere to be felt. The only other things I had in there were my jeans, bra, shirt and shoes for tomorrow. None of which were comfortable sleeping items. "I forgot my bloody pyjamas."