until she’d stalked out the door.
As tempting as her offer had been, along with the offer of the other girl downstairs, I just couldn’t go for it. I’d rather go to bed alone and dream of Mia’s naked body and pussy massaging my cock, instead of going to bed with a partner and having a real body pressed up against me.
For a young, red-blooded guy, did that make me batshit crazy? Probably.
Did I give a shit? Nope.
CHAPTER SIX
MIA
“Thanks for the birthday breakfast, Karen,” I said before spearing another pancake with my fork.
It had been seven weeks since the surprise wedding, and I was back at the family home in McComb for my birthday. It was the first time in years that it hadn’t just been me and Dad at the breakfast table, and Karen smiled at me.
“No problem, hon. Your Dad told me you love pancakes and bacon, so I might have gone a little overboard.”
That may have been an understatement. The table was filled with plates of blueberry pancakes, regular pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, and even a few waffles. On top of that, there was coffee, tea, two different types of juice, and syrup for the food. It was a nice change from the simplistic meals I usually ate at college, and it reminded me of my early childhood, when my parents would cook up huge breakfasts for us to enjoy together on weekends.
Brad was here for the weekend as well, and so far, he hadn’t said much to me. As I chewed on another mouthful of syrupy goodness, he leaned over to me.
“You sure eat a lot.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you calling me fat?”
He scoffed. “No. Don’t be so sensitive. It’s a good thing. I like a girl who can eat.”
“Good for you,” I mumbled, my cheeks heating up.
His eyes twinkled with amusement, and he returned to his breakfast. I turned my gaze away from him, afraid that he’d see something in my expression; something that would let him know beyond a shadow of doubt that I still thought he was the hottest guy on Earth.
Dad peered at me from the head of the table a moment later.
“Mia, I know we usually go to Vee Burger Bar for your birthday dinner, but this time I’ve made a reservation for the four of us at Café Amuse.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
We’d been going to Vee for my birthday dinner since I was a kid. They made the best burgers and desserts in town, and it had evolved into a little family tradition. Even after Mom had died, we’d still kept going there every year, and we’d always light an extra candle on my birthday cake in memory of her.
“Well, Karen’s doctor has put her on a gluten free diet for the time being. That’s why she’s only eating bacon and eggs this morning. Anyway, I checked out the menu online, and Vee doesn’t have any gluten free meals at all.”
“Oh,” I said in a small voice. “Okay.”
I wasn’t sure if I was really okay with it, but I guess I had to deal with it. Still, the thought of ending our tradition made my stomach feel hollow despite all the food I’d just eaten.
Dad stood up to go to the kitchen, and my eyes fell to the white accent table pressed up against the wall a few feet behind his chair. I hadn’t noticed earlier, because his body had been blocking the view, but the wedding photo of my parents that had once sat on that table was gone. It had been replaced with a picture of Dad and Karen instead.
Suddenly all the emotions I’d been keeping buried over the last few weeks came to a head, and I abruptly stood up and glared at Karen.
“Why did you move my parent’s wedding photo?” I asked, one hand on my hip. “It’s always been there!”
I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn’t help myself. Seeing the new photo made me feel like she was trying to replace my Mom more than ever, and my hands shook with anger as I waited for a response.
“I…uh…” she looked shocked, and her cheeks turned scarlet as she failed to form a proper sentence.
Dad returned from the kitchen with another jug of syrup, and his
As tempting as her offer had been, along with the offer of the other girl downstairs, I just couldn’t go for it. I’d rather go to bed alone and dream of Mia’s naked body and pussy massaging my cock, instead of going to bed with a partner and having a real body pressed up against me.
For a young, red-blooded guy, did that make me batshit crazy? Probably.
Did I give a shit? Nope.
CHAPTER SIX
MIA
“Thanks for the birthday breakfast, Karen,” I said before spearing another pancake with my fork.
It had been seven weeks since the surprise wedding, and I was back at the family home in McComb for my birthday. It was the first time in years that it hadn’t just been me and Dad at the breakfast table, and Karen smiled at me.
“No problem, hon. Your Dad told me you love pancakes and bacon, so I might have gone a little overboard.”
That may have been an understatement. The table was filled with plates of blueberry pancakes, regular pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, and even a few waffles. On top of that, there was coffee, tea, two different types of juice, and syrup for the food. It was a nice change from the simplistic meals I usually ate at college, and it reminded me of my early childhood, when my parents would cook up huge breakfasts for us to enjoy together on weekends.
Brad was here for the weekend as well, and so far, he hadn’t said much to me. As I chewed on another mouthful of syrupy goodness, he leaned over to me.
“You sure eat a lot.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you calling me fat?”
He scoffed. “No. Don’t be so sensitive. It’s a good thing. I like a girl who can eat.”
“Good for you,” I mumbled, my cheeks heating up.
His eyes twinkled with amusement, and he returned to his breakfast. I turned my gaze away from him, afraid that he’d see something in my expression; something that would let him know beyond a shadow of doubt that I still thought he was the hottest guy on Earth.
Dad peered at me from the head of the table a moment later.
“Mia, I know we usually go to Vee Burger Bar for your birthday dinner, but this time I’ve made a reservation for the four of us at Café Amuse.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
We’d been going to Vee for my birthday dinner since I was a kid. They made the best burgers and desserts in town, and it had evolved into a little family tradition. Even after Mom had died, we’d still kept going there every year, and we’d always light an extra candle on my birthday cake in memory of her.
“Well, Karen’s doctor has put her on a gluten free diet for the time being. That’s why she’s only eating bacon and eggs this morning. Anyway, I checked out the menu online, and Vee doesn’t have any gluten free meals at all.”
“Oh,” I said in a small voice. “Okay.”
I wasn’t sure if I was really okay with it, but I guess I had to deal with it. Still, the thought of ending our tradition made my stomach feel hollow despite all the food I’d just eaten.
Dad stood up to go to the kitchen, and my eyes fell to the white accent table pressed up against the wall a few feet behind his chair. I hadn’t noticed earlier, because his body had been blocking the view, but the wedding photo of my parents that had once sat on that table was gone. It had been replaced with a picture of Dad and Karen instead.
Suddenly all the emotions I’d been keeping buried over the last few weeks came to a head, and I abruptly stood up and glared at Karen.
“Why did you move my parent’s wedding photo?” I asked, one hand on my hip. “It’s always been there!”
I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn’t help myself. Seeing the new photo made me feel like she was trying to replace my Mom more than ever, and my hands shook with anger as I waited for a response.
“I…uh…” she looked shocked, and her cheeks turned scarlet as she failed to form a proper sentence.
Dad returned from the kitchen with another jug of syrup, and his
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