Page 84 of Sunday Morning
My tongue darted out to wet my lips as we peered at each other. “Isaac, we?—”
“Show me,” he tore his gaze from mine and stared at my hand.
This wassowrong.
Having sex with Matt in the middle of nowhere was wrong too, but touching myself while my boyfriend’s older brother watched was really,reallywrong.
“Give me my underwear,” I said, taking a step back and cringing as I crushed an egg beneath my white huarache sandal. “Isaac,” my plea sounded like a childish whine, but at that point, I wanted someone to save me from the situation.
“I’m not giving them back to you,” he stood, “because you had no self-control, and now I’m stuck in this shed for the day.”
“Control?” I gasped. “You removed my underwear while your dad wasright there!” I jabbed my finger in the direction of the door. “Give them to me,” I held out my hand.
I wore underwear all the time, and most of the time, I wore pantyhose with dresses, so my body was used to feeling covered. But the first of July was hot in southern Missouri, so I opted for shorts or long sundresses, but I still wore underwear.Without them, I felt naked, as if I wasn’t wearing anything.
Everything felt exposed and a little breezy down there.
“No.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes alight with the spirit of Satan.
“Where are they?” I stepped forward between the broken eggs and pulled at his arms to look at his hands.
“They’re in my front pocket. You can slide your hand in there to get them. I’ll be more patient than I was with you at Matty’s game since my mom’s not watching.”
I glared at him. “You’re a pervert.”
Isaac glanced out the window to his left. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to get caught. He just hid his nerves better—but not completely. “Are you coming with me to Nashville on Friday?” He kept his focus on the window.
“We’re not doing …it.”
“Going to Nashville?” He shot me a quick glance.
Sex was a three-letter word, not a four-letter word. Why did it feel so forbidden to say? In my head, I was a fearless rebel. I dreamed of breaking all the rules.
In reality, I was a good girl with the occasional sinfully brave moment. I was average in school, average at breaking rules, and average at being a good girl.
Averaged sucked.
It was forgettable and uninspiring.
“I’m not havingsexwith you.” Okay, I went a little overboard with that emphasis.
Isaac lifted his eyebrows, rubbing his lips together to quell his amusement.
“Did I ask you to have sex with me?”
Dang it! I really wanted my underwear back.Confidence felt just out of reach with my lady bits airing out below.
“So you don’t want to?” I tipped up my chin, but my voice still trembled.
Isaac unloaded the rest of the egg cartons. “Most days, it’s all I want.”
“You’re messing with me.” I removed my dirty shoe and hopped away from the mess, stepping into the bathroom to rinse it off in the sink.
“Sunday Morning, you could wrap me around your little finger if only you knew how to wield the power I’m giving you.”
“Pfft.” I slipped on my shoe and turned the corner as he cleaned up the egg mess with paper towels. “I don’t believe you.”
“Of course, you don’t.” He chuckled.