“I won’t,mio piccolo angelo. I’m just going to go clean up. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I don’t respond. I fade off into sleep instead.
∞∞∞
“Mmmm,” I murmur.
I’m having another amazing dream. It has to be. A delicious feeling is building in my core as my mind pictures Lo ordering me onto the bed and having his way with me over and over again. I feel a finger enter me as something wet flicks against my clit.
My eyes fling open as my hands come down and grab the head between my legs.
I moan loudly as I look down and find Lo in between my legs, feasting on me like I’m his last meal.
“Lo!” I scream out as my orgasm washes over me. As I come down, Lo slides up next to me and wraps me in his arms.
“Good morning,mio piccolo angelo.”
My breathing is still ragged, but I manage to breathe out a “good morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
I look up and find a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Amazing. You’re up awfully early.”
He leans in and kisses behind my ear then bites my earlobe.
“The dirty bird gets the worm.”
My body shutters in response. I’m about to turn over and kiss him, but my phone starts ringing from somewhere in the room. The only reason I know it’s mine is the song playing is the one set specifically to Izzy. Vitamin C’s “Graduation Song” where it talks about being friends forever. I heard it one time on the radio, and it reminded me of Izzy and how I really want us to always be friends.
“It’s Izzy. I should answer it. I never told her I wasn’t coming home.”
Lo jumps out of bed and finds my purse as the phone stops ringing. Minutes later, a different song blares out. This is the one the theme fromGilmore Girls, “Where You Lead.” Sofia.
Lo brings me my purse then settles back in bed next to me, draping his arm over my middle.
I sigh as I answer the phone.
“Good morning, Sofia.”
“Where in the hell have you been? Izzy is freaking the fuck out, Mia.”
“I’m with Lo. I’m fine. Actually, I’m not too terribly far from the house.”
“Call Izzy. She’s going to murder you, Mia.”
The phone disconnects, and before I can dial Izzy’s number, her call comes through.
“Good morning, Isabel,” I answer formally.
I already know the tongue lashing I’m about to receive. Our rules remain the same. If we aren’t going to come home, we have to call, not text. Anyone can text her and tell her I won’t be coming home. The only way to know we’re truly safe is to hear the others voice and the code word. We have two. One says we are okay, and one says we’re in trouble.
“Are you okay? Are you safe?”
I catch the panic in her voice as the guilt settles into my gut. I really didn’t mean to worry her. Hell, I don’t even think I told her where I was going last night. After the orgasms I had, I can’t remember much honestly.
“I’m fine, Izzy. Oranges. See, I’m fine.”
