Next to me, I see her cheeks flush up as she bites her lip. "Is that a blush I see creeping up on that beautiful face?" I leave one hand on the wheel while I pinch her flushed cheeks.
She swats my hand away, "Let me go!" She grumbles.
I laugh.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, E. Lots of girls like it when the men are in charge, it makes it easier and more fun."
She swings her head in my direction, pursing up her lips, "The only reason I allow for you to be in charge is that I don't have much experience. If I took charge, I'd look like a fool. So, don't get your hopes up."
"Maybe you should take charge next time, see what you're made of."
"Oh, hell no, I'm not a domineering person. And who says there's a next time."
I pull my truck into the driveway, "You're not a domineering person? That's a fucking lie if I ever heard one. I've decided, next time we have sex you're going to be on top." Since we've been having sex, I'm always the one on top.
Every. Single. Time.
I've been wanting her to ride me, but every time I put her on top, she hops right off and goes straight to her back.
I wonder why, though.
"I don't want to be on top." She looks me dead in the eye.
I turn in my seat, "And why not?"
"I had a bad experience, it's like PTSD being on top."
I rub my fingers through her hair, she leans into my touch, "I'm sure it's nothing, Elizabeth. Let's get in the house, shall we."
I follow behind her as we walk to the front door, my eyes glance at her ass. "Stop looking at my ass." She groans.
"I can't help it."
She turns to me, "Yes you can. Just keep your eyes up here." She lifts my chin, but my eyeline lands on her tits. "Not there, here." And then they hit her eyes. Those beautiful, sexy eyes. "That's better." Her voice was softer now.
Is this what it's like to fall for someone?
When you usually do, you can never remember the moment, the clothes, or what location you were at. But this, this is the moment that I fell for Elizabeth Pratt, and I will always remember it. And from the look on her face, she will too.
I heave a breath, my fist tightening, "We better get in the house, before something goes down out here. I don't think your parents would take kindly to me making out with you on the front stoop."
"Right." But before we go into the house, she strokes my cheek, smiles, and goes inside. I give her hip a nice squeeze.
"Hi, guys," I say to the group of people in the living room, shutting the front door. Elizabeth sits her bag by the front door and runs to go hug her mother and father from behind as they sit on the couch.
"Hey, babies!" Her mother coos. She refers to us all as babies, like we aren't grown-ass adults. "How was studying, and for you Andreas, how was your class?"
I take a seat in the recliner chair, "Fine."
"I got a lot of studying done, so I'll be ready for my exam," Elizabeth says.
Her father looks up at her, "I thought you had an exam today. That's the reason you were in Andreas's room, half-naked." His eyes look to me, heat burning in them. I try to hide myself in the seat, but don't get far back.
"That exam was canceled, the professor had an emergency." No sense of worry was in her voice. She's got a good poker face, on the other hand, I never did. I think her father can read it all over my face.
He knows that I fucked his daughter, he has to.
"I hope everything is ok." Her mother says.
Elizabeth eases her mind by kissing the top of her head and ruffling her hair like a child.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"Doug went to wrestling practice, Carlee going with him to cheer him on. Bridget is upstairs with Teddy." I see her father's face twist up, "and you know Daniel's at the doctor, poor thing, I hope he's ok." I laugh into my hand, and Elizabeth gives me a pointed look. "I have no idea where Monica is, she left in a hurry."
"How long are you guys staying here?" She asked.
Her father answers, "Just until 5, then your mother and I are going back to the hotel. Traffic will be crazy tomorrow getting to Doug's match."
"Ok then. Call me when you guys arrive, just in case you get lost."
"We won't get lost, honey. I'm basically a GPS." Her father brags, popping his collar.
She and her mother roll their eyes, and at that moment, I've never seen them look so alike.
Elizabeth's P.O.V-
I say goodbye to my parents.
Shutting the door, I start walking to the living room, but down the hall, where the downstairs rooms are, I hear a familiar voice.
Jill.
Walking slowly down the hall, the voice falls to Daniel's room. The door is creaked open, and I can see Jill and Daniel sitting on the bed, talking about something.
She's got her hair in pigtails, a black dress with long sleeves clings to her body. Daniel, on the other hand, has on a white beater and joggers.
What is she doing here so late? And why didn't she come and see me?
"When are you going to tell everyone?" She asked him, her voice quiet.
"Not anytime soon. This is something I've been wanting to do for a while, and I'm not at the level I want to be." He responds to her question.
She places her hand on his, "They won't say anything bad, Daniel."
"I know, but this is something no one knows about me, a little secret of mine. I'll tell them in due time, don't worry." He leans forward, places a hand on the back of her neck, and kisses her lips.
I gasp.
They are an item!
I want to watch some more, but an arm grabs me up.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Bridget shrieks.
"I-I was-"
"Spying, you creepy weirdo. Get your butt upstairs."
I give her a crazy look, "You're not my mom."
"I am your older sister, and you listen to me, now go get ready for bed."
"But-"
"Elizabeth." She warns, her voice deadly.
"Fine." I walk to the staircase. She follows behind me like I'm a prisoner and she's a cop taking me to my cell. It might as well be a cell, it's snoring torture.
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