Page 62 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
She’s going to go there, isn’t she?
“How helpless and desperate we were after we moved out of our apartment? How relieved and grateful we felt when Lillian opened her home to us?”
A pang of guilt flickers in my chest.
“She took us in, no questions asked. They were there for us. What kind of people would we be if we didn’t return the favor?”
I clench my teeth so hard my jaw aches.
Forget what I said before.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my mother.
I let out an irritated groan. “Jesus Christ, fine.”
Satisfied, my mom draws me into her arms. “Thank you, honey.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She’s just retreated to the other side of the kitchen when Scar coughs into his fist. “Mama’s boy.”
And he’s right.
My mom’s all I have in this world.
She could ask me to take in a bunch of hobos for the summer, and I’d say yes in a heartbeat. By all means, take my room.
“You guys hungry? I was thinking I’d make some eggs,” my mom asks after she’s inserted a coffee pod into the machine.
“Starving,” Scar chimes.
I spend the next fifteen minutes trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to avoid Hadley for the next two months.
Granted, this is a big house, and she’ll be at work most of the time, so it shouldn’t be too hard during the day.
But at night… I might just have to ask Scar to tie me to my bed so that I’m not tempted to sneak into her room and finish what we started five years ago.
“Morning.” Drea ambles into the kitchen just as my mom is making me a plate.
I open my mouth to answer, but my voice leaves me the second I realize that she’s not alone.
Hadley’s with her.
My eyes rake over her body, and I’m probably being super obvious, but I can’t bring myself to give a damn.
She’s wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans, and while the baggy clothes do a decent job of hiding her curves, the perfectly rounded hips and perky-looking tits her pajamas clung to last night are ingrained into my memory.
My cock gives a jerk when her eyes lift to mine. Social conventions tell me to look away, but I couldn’t take my gaze off her if I tried.
“Look who’s up,” Mom chirps, making a beeline for the girls and embracing them one by one. “I’m making eggs. Would you like some?”
Hadley cracks a timid smile. “Sure.”
Drea matches her answer.
My mom gestures to the breakfast nook, where Scar is already seated. “Sit, relax, I’ll take care of everything.”
Hadley thanks her before sliding onto the bench right next to Scar. Drea follows, careful to avoid making eye contact with Scar, but he’s already got that covered, staring at his hands linked on his lap.