That was not the last time that I snuck off to get some time with the military brat.
The next time was in his bed while his dad and brother were on an outing.
We met up at another party.
K.P. had been watching me most of the evening.
I sipped on a glass of coke and waited until my friends had left before I crooked a finger at him. Creeping toward the front door.
He was out of the chair where he’d been sitting watching a group of guys play cards, hot on my heels as I went out the front door and around the side of the house.
He caught up to me. “More?”
I gave him a sideways look beneath lowered lashes that answered his question.
He looked ahead, satisfied. “More it is. Told you I could give you more in three minutes then Tommy has in however long you were with him.”
