Page 12 of Best Wrong Thing

“Second door on the left. Don’t take too long.”

I kiss him greedily on the lips and wander to the door, where I shoot him a look over my shoulder. He’s lying with one arm curved above his head and the other on his stomach, fingers splayed. His legs are parted, and his flaccid cock lolls against his thigh. He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine for the rest of the night.

He wags his left foot from side to side. “I’m getting cold. Hurry up and come back to bed to warm me.”

He’s irresistible. I hurry to the bathroom, where I tie off and dispose of the condom and clean my cock. I take a leak, wash my hands, and turn back to Archer’s bedroom. I stop dead. On the wall at the end of the hall hangs a large photo of Archer and an older woman. She kisses his cheek, her arm around his neck. I walk towards it slowly, my blood running colder with every halting step. It can’t be her. It can’t be her. But it is.

Molly.

Why does Archer have a photo of Molly kissing his cheek in his hall?

Is Archer bi? He’s only mentioned guys, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t into women too. Older women. Like he’s into older men. Are they still seeing each other? They must be. Why else would he have a photo of the two of them on his wall? But if he’s with her, why would he hook up with me? Are they in an open relationship? Is Molly cheating on Dad? Not that I should pity him if she is. He cheated on Mum. With her.

Archer looks out of his doorway and grins. “I thought you’d got lost.” He crumples his brow. “Is everything okay?”

“Who is she?” I point to the picture.

“Oh, that’s my mum. You didn’t think she was my girlfriend, did you? She paid for us to get some photos taken together on my birthday. This was the one she picked to get printed and framed. I think it’s a bit cheesy, but she’d be upset if I took it down.”

Molly is hismum?

Fuck. My. Life.

Chapter 4

Archer

“I’ve got to go.” Jacob slips past me and yanks on his clothes.

“Was it something I said?”

He shakes his head.

“Something I did?”

“No. You were great.”

I press my hand against my forehead. “Then help me out here because I’m confused. I thought we were getting along.”

“We were.” He does his buttons up wonky, which makes his shirt lopsided. It would be adorable if he weren’t in the middle of running out on me.

“What’s going on?”

He retrieves his shoes. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

All I can do is stand and stare as he lurches out my front door, slamming it behind him. What the fuck?

Didn’t he like how I talked about my mum? Did I say anything disrespectful? No. I’m pretty sure I didn’t.

Did he have a serious case of cold feet?

Maybe it was the age gap.

I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. The only person who can explain has run out the door half-dressed. I’ve never had a one-night stand go from fantastic to shit that quickly.

Oh, well. It’s not as if we’re likely to see each other again.

But the sex was great. I wouldn’t have said no if he’d asked to see me again. I’d have been more than up for it.