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Wes

*Now I Do*

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied and hungry at the same time.

Lily sits across from me and pours maple syrup over buttered pancakes. When she screws the cap back onto the bottle, she sucks a drop of syrup off her thumb while glancing at me and then looks away. She has been a delightful blend of calm, shy, and self-assured ever since we emerged from my bedroom. Seeing her here in my kitchen, in my old T-shirt, all barefoot and flushed, with her messed-up blonde hair, just makes me want to beat my chest while doing a victory lap around the block.

I got you offis all I’m thinking.I’ve finally seen and touched and tasted your fucking hot beautiful naked body and made you feel things no man has ever made you feel. Not only are you still here, but you poured me coffee and served me the meal you made for me. Look how happy we are, and we haven’t even fucked yet.

“Fanny looked so cute all curled up by your head,” she says. “Does she always do that?”

“Not always. Fairly often.”Your pussy is fucking delicious, and I will never be able to stop thinking about itis what I want to say.You came all over my face, and it was poetry in motion. I fucking love that I made you fall apart and then put you back together again. I’m going to empty you out and fill you up, over and over, until you don’t even remember what it’s like to doubt yourself or your place in the world. You’re mine. Everything I have is yours, and you don’t even know it yet.“You hungover at all?” I ask casually.

She shakes her head, mouth full of buttery, syrupy, reheated pancake. “I feel great.” It’s adorable how hard she’s trying not to smile. “You?”

I feel like a fucking god, and I’m going to take you straight to heaven with my cock one of these days, just you wait.“I didn’t drink very much last night,” I say without even grinning.

I’m starving, and I don’t want to reheat this food a second time, but I just want to sit here and watch Lily eat. She’s an enthusiastic eater. She moves around while she chews, and I guess she’s humming while she savors everything. People have always thought she’s some kind of ice queen, but she’s so fucking sensuous. My mouth is watering, and it’s not because of the turkey bacon. I’m about to go over to her, drop to my knees, and spread her legs apart again, when she asks me to tell her about my mother.

Which is a mood-changer.

I anchor myself to my chair and take another bite of scrambled eggs. “What do you want to know?”

“What’s her name?”

“You’ve never asked me that before.”

“I know. I guess I didn’t really want to form a complete picture of her. But now I do.”

“Her name is Susan.”

“Really?” Her eyes shoot up in surprise.

“What?”

“I don’t know. I expected it to be something more exotic. Susan Carver?”

“Yes.”

“How does she know where to send birthday cards to you and your dad? You guys moved after she went to Europe, right?”

I gulp down my coffee. “Her sister. We’re all in touch with my aunt.”

Lily’s leaning forward and studying me. I don’t like it. “Do you ever write her back?”

“She never includes a return address on the envelope. I told you.”

“But you can just ask your aunt.”

I shrug. “I don’t. And I think they just email. I don’t know if my aunt even knows exactly where she is. She moves around a lot. Or they do.”

“You don’t know if she’s still with that man or not?”

“Nope.”

“Don’t you want your mom to know how you’re doing?”

“She can find out from my aunt, or she can find out for herself.”