“That’s what happens when you fuck me to sleep.” She smiles at me while pushing her hair out of her eyes.
I’m tempted to fuck her again right here and now if it gets that sexy little smirk to appear again. But I change my mind when I hear Avery’s stomach growl.
“Hungry?” I ask.
“Guess so,” she replies, looking a little embarrassed.
Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, I say, “Me too. You want to go down and raid the kitchen?”
“Absolutely.” She jumps out of bed, and my eyes stay fixed on her round, perfect ass.
I join her and slide my boxers back on. Avery walks over to a drawer and pulls out a ratty old t-shirt. She slips it on over her head. As sexy as she still looks, I make a mental note to bring over a few of my t-shirts for her to wear.
She’d look even sexier in one of those.
We walk downstairs to the kitchen, and Avery starts going through the fridge and cabinets.
She closes the refrigerator door enough to glance around it at me. “Are you staying the night?”
Her question takes me by surprise. “Do you want me to?”
“On if you’re going to judge me for eating a bunch of junk food in bed, or if you’re going to join me.”
I can’t remember the last time I ate in bed, but honestly, that’s just because I don’t spend a lot of time in bed in general. But whatever Avery wants, I’m happy to oblige.
“Oh, I would never judge. Let’s do it.”
The big smile she gets on her face can only be compared to a kid on Christmas morning. I would do anything she asked me to if it got me that look.
We spend the next twenty minutes making an entire tray of snack food. And by tray, I mean a cookie baking sheet because it’s the biggest thing we could find. We have everything from pizza rolls to popcorn to snack cakes.
When we are back in bed, we dig in. After Avery burns the shit out of her tongue on a hot pizza roll, she says, “Can I ask you something?”
“What did you know about my dad?”
I think for a moment, wishing I could give her some answers to the questions I’m sure she has, but I don’t think I’ll be much help.
Taking a deep breath, I reply, “Honestly, not a lot. I knew he lived here because the house was always the talk of the town. But as far as I knew, he always lived here alone.”
Her face falls with disappointment, so I add, “But keep in mind, Avery, I was barely here at all for twenty years. I didn’t keep up on the happenings around town. And before that, I was a kid getting into all sorts of trouble. I may not be the best person to ask about all of this.”
“Yeah, I guess,” she says in a quiet voice.
“What does your mom say about all of this?” I ask.
“She died a couple of years ago.”
Man, I’m doing a hell of a job trying to make her feel better.
“Shit, Avery, I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head a little. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not fine, but you know what I mean. We weren’t exactly close when she was alive. She had a drinking problem and didn’t like it when I would point it out.”