After leaving the cemetery, we were on our way home. "So, where are you guys staying?" I asked Nick and Daniel.
"We're staying at your houses," Daniel said.
I looked at Nick. "You can't," I began, "Well, you could, but you can't sleep in my bed."
"Why?" Nick asked me, "What's wrong?"
"It's my 'rents. Nick, we can't . . . you know . . . 'cause my 'rents still think I'm a . . . ya know."
Nick nodded, "How 'bout I sleep on the couch."
I shook my head, "You can sleep on the sofa-bed in my room."
"Perfect," he said, kissing me softly.
After Daniel dropped me and Nick off at my house, he left for Izzy's house, who's right across the street. For some reason, Nick pulled me in for a kiss and we started making-out in the elevator. He cornered me in the wall and was leaning against me. Throughout the ride up, I felt his hands going up my skirt. Everytime his hands were close to my thighs, I would stop him and say, "Freshy boy, Carter?" He replied, "Babygirl, I had months without you . . . " and I would still stop him. When the doors opened, I pulled away from Nick and walk to my apartment door. I got my keys and unlocked the door.
"'Rents not home?" Nick asked me.
"Nope. They work. Dad comes at 6:30," I told him, opening the door.
He smiled devilishly.
"Oh no, Nick. Na-uh," I said, knowing what was on his mind.
"Aw, c'mon please? I haven't had you in months."
"No, Nick. I've felt weird lately. Besides, my stomach has been hurting."
"Ok, fine. You win this time."
"Don't I always?" I smiled.
