Chapter 18

Jared

I feel like a thirteen-year-old boy when he first realizes his math teacher has boobs. I didn't realize I was speeding until Laynie's giggle pulls me from the street view to her own.

"Jared slow down." She says with a laugh. When we get there, I want you to make love to me. There shouldn't be a rush, not tonight.

She's right. This shouldn't be something we rush. I try to calm the tent in my pants by thinking about Alan in a bikini. There's an image. When we get home, I carry her bridal style giggling into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Once she is upright and stops laughing, she asks me why I carried her all the way in.

"I don't remember carrying you over the threshold. Every man should carry his new wife into their new home." I say sadly. I hate that I was such a prick to her before, I hate that I made her marry me in a damn courthouse. Every woman dreams of their wedding. I took that away from her. Something I plan to rectify as soon as I can.

She looks at me like I'm