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“Just give me a few,” she says with a quick smile, and then Kylie unlocks the door and leaves without another word. I fully sit up, at a loss. She’s been the one trying to get all the answers out of me this entire time. I thought she would question me again, trying to dissect what just happened between us.

But she didn’t.

She just left.

Am I happy about this? I feel like Ishouldbe.

A no-questions-asked arrangement is the kind of thing I’m always looking for. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to her little outbursts and rambles. Or maybe I’m just getting comfortable with the idea of Kylie beingaround.

Damnit, I shouldn’t be thinking so much about this. It’s not like Kylie and I are in any type of relationship. We enjoy each other’s bodies and that’s it. That’salwaysbeen it. The second she truly wants more, I’m out. Or at least, I think that’s what’s going to happen.

Grumbling, I stand up and get myself in order. I’m sure Veronica hasn’t even noticed I’m missing because she’s still eating up the limelight. But frankly, if my fiancée leaves me to myself, it’s the best of both worlds. This is what I wanted, right? No muss, no fuss. That’s why I’m with Veronica and not her daughter.

After all, Kylie’s young and naïve. She’d want attention and emotions and all these things I’m not willing to put into a relationship. She’d want me to hold her, pet her, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Not that I’d mind, but it’s better to keep things in life simple. It’s always worked for me in the past.

But my heart hammers with disappointment as I leave the room. If Kylie had wanted to stay and chat, I wouldn’t have turned a deaf ear. I’d hold that plump body close, caressing her assets as I listened. The problem is that she didn’t stay, and now maybe I’m the one in over my head.

7

Kylie

After that whole thing with Tanner, I couldn’t stay at the bridal shower any longer. I keep telling myself,This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t going to happen. I won’t touch Tanner again.

But then I do. I do it over and over and over again, and Iloveit.

It’s just so easy to fall into his arms and let him stroke me. I want him to caress me and to make me cry out, not to mention to touch him and have him moan in ecstasy in return.

I had planned on staying with my mom after the shower, but I can’t face her now. I run down the stairs and head for the door, but before I can make my exit, I bump into my aunt.

“Kylie! Where are you off to?” Jane asks with a curious expression. I stop dead in my tracks, not sure what to do or where to go. I can’t just run off because Jane wouldimmediatelyknow that something is up. She probably already knows given my flushed cheeks and the secret sparkle in my eye.

“Um, I was just heading out,” I say evasively.

She shoots me a skeptical look.

“You’re leaving? Are you unwell?”

Not physically. But I’m not feeling so great. All this stuff with Tanner is making me unsure and unsteady, not to mention a little overwhelmed.

“I’m a little sick, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in a couple of hours.”

Jane gives me a kind smile.

“Okay, sweetie. Do you want me to take you home? I wouldn’t mind.” The longer we’re stuck here by the stairs, the more I worry that Tanner is going to walk out of the guest room, and Aunt Jane is really good at figuring things out.

“That’s fine. I can just call a taxi. I don’t want to make you have to leave,” I say quickly.

Jane merely clucks.

“It’s really no problem, sweetie. My car’s right outside.”

This time I put my foot down.

“No, Auntie Jane. Stay and eat all the food because it’s delicious. I’ll call you later, okay?”

Finally, my aunt gives in.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just feel better, you hear?” I give her a hug, and we part ways. It’s the small things to be grateful for in life.