Page 18 of His Old Lady

She shook her head. "Not until the next morning."

"Okay, I have to ask. Did you want to have sex with him?"

"I..." She swallowed hard. "That morning, yes. I never planned to sleep with him. It just happened. I was a teenager full of hormones, and yeah, I thought about sex all the time. It was the mysterious thing that I knew would happen, and I wanted to do it."

"You always had a crush on Curley. Remember playing M.A.S.H, and if another boy's name came up, you'd still circle Curley's name? " said Tracy.

She nodded. "I'm pretty sure everyone knew I had a crush on him and laughed about it because I was little Faye, Uncle Walker's poor niece."

"No...they never thought that," said Tracy softly.

She couldn't stand still any longer and paced. That twelve hours she'd spent with Curley so long ago had gone by fast. Too fast for her young brain to understand the consequences.

"The things he was doing and saying to me were..." She hugged her middle. "He was like nothing I'd experienced before, and I liked it."

"You did?"

"Yes." She inhaled deeply. "Everything blew up afterward, though. He wasn't even aware I was the girl in bed with him until after he was done, and he's hated me ever since."

"He claimed you."

"I think Uncle Walker made him."

"Are you sure?"

She blew out her breath. "No."

"Aw, Faye." Tracy slipped off the edge of the counter and stood on the floor. "It's been six years, and you've hated him this whole time?"

She snapped her head up and met Tracy's gaze. "I don't hate him."

Tracy raised her brows. "You love him?"

"I miss him. He was always mine. I felt like he belonged to me." She groaned. "I'm frustrated—because he's an ass. I hate myself because I know if he had a choice, he never would've had sex with me."

One of the babies cried in the other room. Tracy held up her finger. "Hold that thought."

Left alone in the kitchen while Tracy soothed the baby, Faye hugged her middle. She'd never confessed that she had feelings for Curley to anyone else. As if saying the words brought out more feelings, her stomach fluttered.

She couldn't keep living like this.

Curley either needed to let her go or let her back into his life.