Do I Need to Kiss You Again?
My reaction was immediate.
“I’m gonna kill you,” I told Ally.
She walked in and dropped an overnight bag on the floor, chuckling.
She set me up. She knew Lee was coming home last night. Crazy bitch.
“What’s going on here?” Kitty Sue asked hopefully, rooted to the spot and staring at us, not with disapproval at our carnal clinch, but with eyes filled with hopeful bliss.
Lee got his eyes from Kitty Sue, and all the kids got their long, lean body from her. Kitty Sue was always a bundle of energy, the kind of Mom who held down a full-time job, made dinner every night, had home-baked cookies in the cookie jar and, every year, sewed all her kids’ Halloween costumes from scratch.
Lee moved to the side then jumped up and sat on the counter beside me.
I hastily closed my legs.
“Anyone want coffee?” Lee asked courteously.
I jumped down and took a step forward, escape on my mind. It was pretty clear to me that I’d slid through a tear between the worlds and I had to find my way back to my home world pretty damn quick.
Further, now that the Lee of this world was no longer kissing me, I had to get away from him or I was going to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze.
Lee leaned forward, caught me by the waistband of my jeans and hauled me back between his legs.
“What’s going on here?” Kitty Sue repeated, her eyes taking in the cozy scene.
Far too cozy. Far too fast. Far too weird.
Shit.
I opened my mouth to speak but Lee beat me to it.
“Indy and I are together now.”
My entire body froze in disbelief, my mouth still open.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Kitty Sue chanted.
“Righteous!” Ally exclaimed.
I twisted around and glared at Lee. “You said one night of sex!”
Lee’s eyes held mine. “I didn’t say one night. We’ve been waitin’ a long time, one night won’t do it.” Then he paused and said, “But, if you want, we can try.”
My br**sts swelled at the idea of trying to fit years of sex into one night with Lee.
I ignored my br**sts and paid attention to my temper.
I figured it would be bad form to smack Lee in front of his mother.
And definitely strangulation was out.
Kitty Sue was in her little slice of heaven, so much so, she missed my “one night of sex” comment and Lee’s response.
“I can’t wait to tell your father,” she told me, “and your father,” she told Lee.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said, beginning to panic.