S.J. Rowe

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to come in.” He raises an eyebrow at that, and I find myself floundering to fill the silence. “I just meant that I really do have school tomorrow, and I need to get my sleep.” He still says nothing, just continues to stare. “I, um, I don’t think I’m ready for more right now. Not that what happened wasn’t great, and it’s not like I don’t want more, but I don’t run on less than a solid eight hours of sleep, and if you and I got started, who knows how long it could last?” Why isn’t he saying anything? Even my inner goddess is freaking out by his lack of response. “Not that I’m expecting it to last all night.” Crap, now he’s frowning. My hands even start to panic as I try to wave off the bad words coming out of my mouth. “Not saying you can’t. Most don’t. Hell, most take less than twenty minutes.” Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up! I take a breath and puff out my cheeks like a freaking chipmunk. Might not look sexy, but at least it’s keeping me from spouting any more crap. I really don’t know what’s going on with me right now. Invasion of the Body Snatchers strikes again, it seems. He shakes his head before he snatches my keys out of my hands. “Twenty minutes wouldn’t even be long enough for me to eat you out before I take you,” he says in passing. My jaw drops, and I turn my head to watch him unlock my house and let himself in.”
― S.J. Rowe, Gator