to get up. I reached for his groin, ready to grab his cock—happy to reciprocate that fantastic orgasm in any number of different ways.
But he quickly grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.”
Wait, what?
He rolled to a sitting position on the other side of the couch, leaving me with soaked panties and feeling very confused. I got up and smoothed down my hair while he rested his elbows on his knees and ran his hands up and down his face.
“You don’t want… more?” My voice sounded small and timid, but my earlier rush of bravery was quickly wearing off.
“I’m okay.”
“Because we can—”
“No.” He took a deep breath and raked his fingers through his hair, then glanced at me. “Feel better?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Good.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t seem fine. And neither was I. My orgasm buzz was deflating like a balloon. He was sitting on the far side of the couch, like he needed to put as much distance as possible between us without actually leaving the room. Maybe that was his attempt to save my feelings. If so, it wasn’t working.
“Do you want to finish the movie?” he asked, not quite looking at me.
I gaped at him. He’d just given me an orgasm then recoiled away like he didn’t want to touch me again. And now we were going to just sit here and pretend it hadn’t happened?
“No. I think I’m going to go.”
I stood and grabbed my purse so I could find my phone. My dad’s house was probably walking distance, but I didn’t know the streets well enough to navigate in the dark. Ginny would come get me, but I didn’t want to bug her if she was still having fun. I’d just order an Uber. Were there Uber drivers in Tilikum? There had to be at least one or two. It was small, but not that small.
“Sky,” Gavin said. “You don’t have to go. Or at least let me drive you.”
He started to get up but I held out a hand. “No. Don’t, it’s fine. You should probably rest your leg.”
“But—”
“I just need to go,” I said, cutting him off.
I didn’t wait for a reply. Just walked out the door.
19
Skylar
I cast a suspicious glance at my phone, sitting on my desk. The notification light flashed, the tiny green dot making my stomach clench. Who had texted me? I wanted to look, and didn’t want to look. Wanted it to be Gavin, and didn’t want it to be Gavin.
We hadn’t talked since I’d left his house last night. I still wasn’t sure what had happened—other than he’d given me a breathtaking orgasm, then inexplicably wanted to go back to watching a movie, like nothing had happened.
I would have—
It didn’t matter what I would have done. Gavin hadn’t wanted it. Hadn’t really wanted me.
I finished getting dressed, my mind a jumble of thoughts. Physically, I still felt great, which was such a strange contrast to the state of my brain.
Finally, I took a deep breath and picked up my phone.
It wasn’t him.
Ginny: Morning, sunshine. Want to meet for breakfast?
Me: I’d love to.
Ginny: How about that cute place downtown? Bigfoot Diner?
Me: Sounds good to me.
Ginny: Meet in about half an hour?
Me: See you then.
This was good. Ginny would help me sort this out.
The sound of someone whistling greeted me when I left my bedroom. Was that Dad? Mom had been sleeping in the room across the hall, and her door was still shut. She’d never been much of a morning person, so I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t up and about yet. The whistling continued, followed by the metallic clang of a pot or pan. Was he cooking?
I went downstairs. The front rooms, which had been empty when I’d moved in, were now full of my mom’s furniture. At first, they’d just stacked everything in a haphazard jumble. But Mom had said there was no reason we should all live in a house that looked like a storage facility, even if it was only temporary. She’d talked Dad into helping her arrange her couch, chairs, and coffee table, as well as her dining room furniture.
She hadn’t gone so far as to put art on the walls or unpack all her decorative stuff. But there were a few things sitting out that hadn’t been there a couple of days ago. A photo of me and Mom sat on an end table. And there were books and a few knick-knacks on a small bookshelf in the living room.
It didn’t surprise me. Mom had