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on. I covered you up and slept on top the covers. They must have fallen off or you kicked them off in the middle of the night,” I rush to explain.
“Okay, but why is your hand still on my ass,” she narrows her eyes and presses her lips at me.
“Oh sorry,” I chuckle as I remove the offending hand. “Felt like home.”
Kitty’s mouth falls open and I take her moment of shock to my advantage. I peck her on the cheek and roll to put my feet on the floor. I sit with my back to her as I stretch and give her time to put on the dress shirt I left for her last night. I had worn it yesterday to a meeting with my dad.
“Did you… did you see me,” Kitty says in a whisper.
“Yeah baby, I did. You’re fucking perfect,” I say without thinking.
I turned to see her with her head in her hands. I rush around the bed to stand before her. I cautiously put my arms around her and slowly pull her into me. She is hesitant at first then gives in wrapping her arms around me and placing her face in my chest.
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“How soon we forget. The day after I met you for the first time I saw you in a t-shirt and pink panties,” I tease.
“You remember the color of my underwear?” She gasps.
“Kitty, I will not forget that view for the rest of my life.”
“Ugh, you must think I’m some type of slut. I’m always half naked around you. I swear it was early and I just wanted the banging on the door to stop. Last night… I.”
“Kitty, I don’t think you are a slut. A little exhibitionist maybe,” I chuckle.
“Ha, ha, very funny,” she mumbles.
“Hey, I remember you demanding I take you to breakfast before you passed out. I’m sure it is more like lunch now but I would love to still take you,” I smile down at her.
“Now that you officially know me better than Linc or any other man in my life for that matter, why not.”
“Wait,” I arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you saying that…you’re a … well you’ve never…really Kitty?” I stammer. I am stunned. With Kitty’s killer body and her being twenty now, I was sure Linc had maybe. I mean the way they are not talking.
“No, Rage I’ve never,” she shakes her head. “This is officially the most embarrassing day of my life. I’m going to go get ready.”
She pulls from my arms and turns to gather her things. I sit on the edge of the bed in shock. Yeah, everything about Kitty screams innocent, protect, defend, but she also screams sexy, want me, vixen. I push my hand in my hair like that will clear my thoughts. I snort to myself with one thought; I’m going to be her first.
~B~
Someone please put me out of my misery . I step out of Rage’s bedroom of embarrassment to find Mitch, Sleep and Chris sitting on the couch playing video games. All eyes look up at me and go wide. I almost scurry back into the room with Rage.
“Hey Kitten,” Chris is the first to clear his throat and speak. “I thought you went home when I didn’t see you guys this morning.”
“No…Um…Rage let me sleep in his bed,” I explain.
“I bet he did,” Mitch bites out a little more harshly than I expected.
“We’re going for something to eat, you guys want to come?”
“Uh, yeah that sounds cool. Happy Birthday by the way,” Sleep answers.
“I’m just going to get ready,” I say and run off to the bathroom.
I run in the bathroom and shut the door behind me. This just got awkward for the whole band, didn’t it? I hit my head against the door and groan. Memories from last night flood my mind and I remember being jealous of the girl at the bar, but Rage insisted on leaving with me. I remember we almost kissed last night. Maybe there could be more between us. He was really tender with me this morning. He said I’m perfect.
I beam and do a little happy dance in the middle of the bathroom. I remember my birthday wish I made when we got to the bottom of the bottle and suddenly walking out of that room wasn’t so bad after
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