Andrew In my dreams, Lanie was beneath me, her soft cries of pleasure ringing through the room. I took her mouth with mine, claiming her, showing her that she belonged to me. No other man would ever touch her. From somewhere nearby, a banging sounded. I blinked, realizing I’d been sleeping. Rubbing my eyes, I took in the dark room. Floor-length mirror. White wardrobe. A thin sliver of morning light coming in through the cream curtains. And, in my arms, a beautiful woman. I inhaled quick, shocked that the night hadn’t been a dream at all. But for how long had we been in the hotel suite? I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. We were only supposed to stay for a few hours before I took her home. And yet I couldn’t even remember thinking about getting out of bed.Judging by the light, morning was on its way. This was usually the time I got up, needing to jump in the pool for my morning laps before heading to work. Secured in my arms, Lanie fidgeted. She yawned lightly, stretching an arm out
Lanie I slowed my car down as the houses became larger and farther apart. “This neighborhood is super nice,” I quietly said into the phone. “Where did you expect him to live?” Erica responded. I shrugged, though she couldn’t see me. On her end, Matt’s muffled voice said something. “What are you guys doing?” I asked.“His friend has some house party tonight, so we might swing by that. Unless your new boyfriend wants us to come over and crash your dinner party.”I smiled to myself, deciding not to correct her use of “boyfriend.” It had been three days since I woke up in a hotel bed with one of the most amazing men in the universe, and I’d spent every second since then burning to see him. Gone was the belief that a couple of fun evenings would be enough. I wanted more from Andrew. Though I was worried about putting an exact label on what I desired, the truth was I simply wanted him around. I loved it when he was with me, and I didn’t want that ever to change. For the last three da
Lanie I opened my mouth, not sure what to address first. It warmed my heart that Raven had indirectly suggested I might be her dad’s girlfriend, though we were far from that stage.“I’m sorry about your mom,” I ended up saying.She shrugged. “It was a long time ago. The shitty thing was Dad disappearing because of it. But lately, it’s been better. It’s been chill.” She nodded to herself and looked away. My whole chest warmed up. “I’m glad to hear that.”“I know it’s because of you.” Her gaze was on me again, a mixed bag of emotions. “Um, thank you? Or ...”“It’s good.”“Great,” I sighed in relief.She wrapped her hand around the ladder and swung slightly on it. “Yeah, he really likes you.”I had to bite down on my lip to stop the shit-eating grin forming there. “He’s great.”“Raven?” Andrew’s voice called from down the hall. “Lanie’s going to be here soon.”My heart flipped, and I turned in time to see Andrew emerge in the doorway. At the sight of me, his eyes went wide.“Oh,” he qu
Lanie Andrew sighed, and I gave him a timid, encouraging smile. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “I bet most people feel that way.”He shook his head. “It’s good that she’s going out. She didn’t used to. But now that she’s acting normal again, I’m left with a whole new problem.”“That of raising a teenager?”“Exactly.” He laughed. I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry. I wish I could be more help.” “This is your job, isn’t it?” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. Flipping my arm over, his fingers ran up and down the delicate spot there. Pleasure danced through me.“Um, what were we talking about again?”Andrew smiled. “Nothing,” he whispered. “We’re finally alone.”“Yeah,” I thickly gasped. “We are.”For a long moment, we stayed where we were, his fingers dancing across my arm. After days of yearning for his touch, getting it made me feel so good I was afraid I’d pass out. “Want to see the living room?” he asked after a while. I’d already gotten a peek at it ea
Lanie “Is that you, Lanie?” Mom called as I closed the front door behind me. “Yeah!” I hung my jean jacket up and made my way through the house, following the spicy-sweet scent in the air. As expected, my mom was in the kitchen. As I entered, she pulled a baking sheet of cookies from the oven and set them on the stove top. “Those look good,” I commented, leaning against the kitchen island. “They’re for the library bake sale tomorrow. I thought we could ice them.” She turned to me, and her eyes went wide. “That’s not what you’re wearing, is it?”I looked down at my jeans, ankle boots, and sweater. “Uh, to the bake sale? Isn’t that tomorrow?”Mom pursed her lips. The oven mitt hit the counter with a grand display of annoyance. “To your father’s event.”“What?” Realization, come days too late, struck. “Crap. That’s tonight?”“Yes. I hope you’re going home and changing.”“Mom, I forgot. I have plans.”She studied me. “What kind of plans?”“Plans with Andrew.”“Lanie—”“Mom, don’t.”“Yo
LanieI opened my mouth, searching for air, but finding none. I’d been reduced to a frantically gulping fish. All I could do was stare at Andrew as the world around us turned apocalyptic.Andrew stared back, his face pale and his features tight. “How have you never met before?” my mother asked from next to me, her voice sounding miles away. I kept my eyes on Andrew, too aware of the pounding in my ears. Did we say something? As in the truth?I gulped, squeezing the sides of my chair. What would my parents say once they found out the man I was seeing was none other than my dad’s long-time friend?Andrew cleared his throat, his eyes quickly jumping to my mother. “I honestly don’t know. It’s crazy.” Again, his gaze slid over to me, the tension in his shoulders unmistakable. “You don’t go by Elizabeth.”He made it sound like an accusation. “No,” my numb tongue responded. “Helena is my middle name, so, you know, Lanie.”Andrew’s chest rose sharply with an inhale. “Right. It’s very nice.
Lanie“Do your parents know about you and my dad?” Raven asked.“Um.”“Is that why you’re both acting all freaked out?”Sighing, I threw in the towel. Trying to keep anything from Raven would be pointless. I already knew she’d dig and dig until she uncovered the truth. “My parents don’t know your dad and I know each other. They wouldn’t take it well.”Her nose wrinkled. “Why?”“Because.” I hesitated. Should I really be having this conversation with a seventeen-year-old?“You’re too young for him,” she finished for me.My shoulders fell. “Is that what you think?”“No,” she quickly responded. “Jeez. But is that what your parents think?”I twisted my golden bracelet around and around. I’d been so excited getting dressed for Andrew, thinking this night would only be one of fun and passion. “Yes. They would. They believe I should only be spending my time with people my age.”“Well, that’s stupid.” Raven tossed her hair and crossed her legs, getting comfortable. Muffled applause crept under
AndrewFingers laced behind my head, I stared at the ceiling above my bed, thoughts running a thousand miles per hour.What were the chances of Bob being Lanie’s father? How come he never corrected me and told me she went by a nickname and not by Elizabeth? Was this moral? Was this a train wreck waiting to happen?Bob had been my closest friend for years. I couldn’t go behind his back and date his daughter. Right?Sighing, I turned to look at the pillow next to me. Every morning I woke up, the bed seemed larger, too spacious for one person. I’d thought Lanie would be sharing the mattress with me the night before, warming not only a bed but a spot in my life that had been vacant for far too long.Still, my body ached for her. It didn’t understand why my damn head hadn’t allowed her to come over.It’s too complicated, I reminded myself as I hauled my ass up. With what happened at the fundraiser and Raven not feeling well, there was too much going on. As badly as I needed Lanie in my arm