14
Ava
Dane pulls up his pants, and I throw my t-shirt back on.
“Hurry. She’s going to be here in like ten minutes,” I say to Dane who I’m about to shove out the window like he’s my high school boyfriend and my dad’s knocking on the door.
“I am, but I’m not about to zip up my d**k so Charlie doesn’t find out about us.” He slowly tucks himself in and then pulls the zipper up at a tortoise pace.
“Okay,” I take my two hands and direct him to the door. “Now you go.”
“I kind of like these afternoon quickies.” He turns, and I circle him back around, my two hands on his back, forcing him down the hallway.
“Yeah, why is that?”
“Your mouth is dirtier during the daylight hours.” He chuckles and walks down the stairs just as the doorbell rings.
“I could say the same about you.”
We reach the
