We lay silently next to each other for a while, then she asked.
“Are you okay?”
I blinked at the ceiling contemplating if I should tell the truth. I turned on my side and focused on her face.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in this bed.”
Her throat bobbed. She pressed her lips together and didn’t say a word. I suppressed a laugh.
“Don’t you want to know why?” I played with her curiosity knowing I would never tell her the whole story behind my self-isolation.
“Of course I do,” she said with a soft voice.
“Aren’t you going to ask me?”
“No.” She turned on her side too. We were face to face. “We are fuck buddies, remember?”
“I do.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me.
“Isn’t that like the only rule? Just sex. No pillow talk.”
“I don’t like rules.”
My fingers were drawling circles on her naked thigh. She went completely still for a moment. I could feel her fighting the urge to ask me something. She lost the fight.
“So I can ask personal questions then?”
“Sure.” I stroked the spot behind her knee. “I can refuse to answer though.”
She looked me straight in the eye and asked.
“Are you going to ask me personal questions?”
“I might,” I grinned at her and she grinned back. We watched each other for a few beats in a perfectly comfortable silence.
“I should go.” She didn’t move a finger though.
“You should stay,” I said and wondered at my own words.
“I can’t sleep here.”
Her voice was a whisper. I knew what she meant, but I didn’t care. Pushing her to lie on her back, I climbed on top of her.
“I won’t let you fall asleep then.”
***
That night I got a crash course in which body parts Hannah Spencer liked sucked, licked, and rubbed. Her nipples hardened the most when sucked them hard. She preferred slow, leisurely licks between her legs more than being savagely devoured, which was what I wanted to do to her pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her.
When we got out of bed three hours later, a stupid question stood on the tip of my tongue the entire time I watched her getting dressed. She wasn’t even out my door and I already wanted to know when I would see her again. Not to mention we agreed on becoming fuck buddies, not monopolize each other’s time.
She was so tired and sleepy that she didn’t even notice when I slammed the door of the fridge a little too hard, after checking out its contents.
“I don’t have anything to eat in here.”
“I could have told you that without even looking in the fridge.”
A slow, satisfied smile appeared on her face. I always took pleasure in satisfying the women I slept with, but seeing that look on her face made me... It made want to do something. I had no idea what, but I wanted her to never stop smiling at me like that.
“It’s fine,” she walked over to the mirror. “I’ll grab something on my way home.”
“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you, Miss Spencer?”
She just shrugged while gathering her hair in a ponytail looking at her reflection. The smug look on her face made me want to prove her wrong. The words fell out of my mouth unwillingly.
“Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?” Her eyes shot up to mine in the mirror. Another shrug, then a blank expression on her face.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“We are sharing a bagel. I’m not taking you to taste wedding cakes.”
She produced the cutest half-smile I had ever seen. Her eyes moved down from my face to my abs, which she spent a lot of time exploring earlier, even though they were completely covered with my t-shirt.
“You don’t look like you eat bagels and cakes. Or any other carbs for that matter.”
“You don’t either, and yet you wolf down chocolate waffles, like someone is counting with a stopwatch.”
“I am not the one pushing thirty here. I can still count on my metabolism.”
“Hilarious.”
She was still examining herself in the mirror when I went to open the door.
“My hair is a mess.”
You have the most beautiful hair I had even seen, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. She didn’t pay any attention to my silence and continued.
“You look like you never missed a night of sleep in your life, and I look like shit,” she pointed at the mirror.
“You don’t look like shit. You look thoroughly fucked. It’s a good look on you. I definitely hadn’t seen it while you were with Dr. Douchebag.”
She strolled over to me and said with a deliberately teasing tone.
“Men and their egos.”
“Women and their hair,” I teased back and she laughed. I followed her down the hallway admiring her behind.
Twenty minutes later we were sitting on a bench munching our breakfast.
“What’s the deal with you and your dad?” I broke the silence.
“What do you mean?”
“There is an issue between you two. At the engagement party you freaked out because of him,” she looked at me like she was thinking of lying. I spared her the efforts. “You were looking straight at him. I figured he was the reason, so I asked Clem about it. She said it was because of a case your father took when you were little.”
Hannah left her bagel on the bench and cleaned the crumbs from her fingers.
“A nineteen-year-old broke into a widow’s house in the middle of the night. He was looking for something to steal. Unfortunately for her she woke up from the noise he was making. She found him in the living room. He pretended he had a gun and threatened to shoot her if she screamed.” Hannah licked her lips. “She said she had money hidden in the bedroom, but he wouldn’t let her go alone. He was scared she would call the police. So he followed her. Her body shook. That’s what he told my father. He told him she was so scared she couldn’t control the shaking of her legs and arms.” Hannah looked at me for a moment, then down to the ground. “Anyway. He followed her to the bedroom. Seconds later she had a heart attack. He could have called for help and leave. Instead, he watched her die. When he turned around, he found a little girl staring at him from the door. He ran and left her there with her dead grandmother. She was five. Her parents came back around noon the next day and found her playing with her doll in the hallway outside of her grandmother’s bedroom.”
“I remember that.” My blood ran cold in my veins. I sensed where this was going and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. I cleared my throat. “He was some rich guy’s offspring, right?” Hannah nodded.
“It was some stupid fraternity challenge. He ran back to his daddy and confessed. His father called my father and next thing you know, Harry Spencer was defending him in court. Not only that but they managed to get him off the hook. I was eleven. Everyone was livid. My classmates harassed me. They called me and my father all kinds of names. The worst part of it all was that I agreed with them. I thought my father was helping the bad guy walk away, while a woman died for nothing. A little girl spent hours upon hours with a corpse. His father just paid people left and right, and he never went to jail like he deserved.”