dressed, but couldn't find my underwear, and he was already out the window, so I grabbed my phone and followed him.
"Where are my shoes?" I asked, thinking he had thrown them out the window, watching him shove his feet into his Converse.
"Sorry," he laughed, "will you need them?"
"Guess not." He seemed to think it hilarious, as I walked down the path in my bare feet.
"Can I see you tonight?" he asked. "I'm working till six. I'll bring your shoes, I promise."
I tried to think what my plans were, but my mind was blank. All I knew was I had a piano lesson at eleven. And of course I wanted to see him again. I wanted a repeat. I didn't even want to be going home now, I wanted to be in his funny, shaky bed, covered in Ferraris.
As he pulled up to my house, he said, "You won't be in trouble, will you?"
I shook my head, glad he cared. Stacey would never have had a thought like that.
"If you find my panties, can you bring them too?" I asked.
He gaped at me. "Are you sitting in my car with no -?" I smiled and nodded. "Fuck me," he laughed and his hand reached, moved up my thigh, touching. "Fuck," he said, "this is crazy." And as he kissed me, he pushed my dress up and then his lips went and kissed down there, right outside my house.
I texted Cassian as I walked up the driveway: safe to come in? He replied: yes. The front door was unlocked and I tiptoed in, dashing to his room, tapped on the door and went in. He was on his phone, and I sat on the end of his bed.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well what?" I grinned smugly.
"You met him last week and you already stayed over?" It was just a comment, not an accusation.
I smiled. "He's so amazing."
"Amazing how?" he asked.
"He's cute, he's funny." That somehow didn't sound very amazing. "We just click." Even that was a weak answer. I shrugged. "I don't know, I just like him."
Cassian sighed. "Just don't rush it, huh?" He smiled, but it was like he knew it was a pointless comment.
A text came from Nathan: hope u sneaked in ok.
I texted back: all good.
Then later, another text: hey, look what I just found in my bed. Then, a photo came through, my purple lacy panties held up to his nose, a goofy look on his face. I giggled, Cash looked at me. I quickly shut down the photo, and shifted my dress under myself, realizing I was sitting on his sheets pantie less.
"Can you go to the kitchen and I'll sneak behind you?" I asked him. "I think Antonia's up." Antonia is our stepmom. She always got up early.
"The things I do for you," he sighed, getting out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt., I noticed how much bigger he was getting from his gym training.
"Look at your guns," I said cheekily, and squeezed his right bicep as he passed me. He giggled as if it tickled. Cassian is my half-brother, his mother died when he was born. Technically she was brain-dead after being in an auto accident and they kept her on life support until Cassian was born. And then they switched the machine off. He has a photo of his mother on his bookcase and in his wallet. "And distract her," I added, giggling, "talk to her."
"He's put you in a good mood," he smiled. I held my dress down as I scuttled behind him, and as he went to the kitchen I ran to my room. I went into the bathroom, opened up the photo again, smiling as I looked at it. Impulsively I went and sat on my bed, lifted my dress and snapped a selfie, sent it to him. I followed it up with Delete, in capital letters and exclamation marks.
He sent me back a sticker of a kitten.
I was giggling manically, and repeated: Deleted?
He sent through a photo of his cock. I was laughing hysterically, went back into the bathroom, turned the shower on.
I texted: wish that was my breakfast. I stripped and jumped in the shower, soaping up, washed my hair, still laughing.
His reply had been: Delete it, also in capitals and exclamation marks.
I went to the kitchen,