This is what happens when I don’t get any sleep. Or was it the orgasms that frazzled my head?
Mom smirks, her eyes dropping to my neck. On instinct, my hand lifts to cover whatever she’s looking at.
“You smell like women’s perfume ands-e-x,” she sounds out the final word, as if that makes it better.
Fuck.
“Something you need to tell me?”
“Uh…”
“I’m assuming you picked those up after your flight.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I rub my scruffy jaw as I attempt to come up with a response.
“Is she…is she someone?” she asks with so much hope in her eyes that it makes my chest ache.
“Uh…”Fuck’s sake, Kodie. Find some fucking words. “No?”
“No?” Mom asks skeptically.
“Shit,” I hiss, entwining my fingers behind my neck and tugging. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Mom doesn’t react for a beat, but then the most incredible smile spreads across her mouth.
“Oh gosh, really?”
“Mom,” I warn. “Don’t get excited.”
I swear, she’s practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’m not.” I give her a look, and she attempts to wipe the smile off her face. “I promise I’m not.”
I shake my head, because she’s doing a really good fucking job of looking indifferent right now.
“I’m going to have a quick shower,” I say, backing away from her.
I should have known that I’d smell of Casey, but I was too up in my head to really think about it.
Showering before I left her place would have been the most sensible thing to do, but it’s a bit late now.
“Good idea,” Mom agrees, still trying to hide her smile.
Ripping my eyes from her twinkling ones, I grab my luggage before jogging up the stairs.
“Aren’t you taking me to school, Daddy?” Sutton asks with a frown as I pass her on the way out of her room.
“Of course. I’m just going to shower quick, and I’ll be right there.”
Her expression brightens before she sings, “Okay,” and runs down the stairs to find Mom.
Dumping my stuff onto my bed, I strip out of my suit for the second time this morning and step naked into my bathroom.
I step up to the mirror and instantly see what Mom clocked.
“Fuck’s sake, Casey,” I laugh as I stare at the mark she left on my neck.
Of course, it’s only fair. Her chest was littered with my own. But she’s still in bed, or at least she should be. She isn’t gracing others with her presence and pretending everything is fine.
