We stare at each other for a bit before I pull my shirt over my head. My breasts point at him, my nipples stand at attention but I make no move to touch him, neither does he try to touch me. I bite my lips and wait. Whatever happens next is up to him, he's the teacher and I am the willing student.

Giggles spill from my lips at the distress in his voice, my eyes shut and I pull the duvet over my head. He owes me an apology, after that, I might let him in on the location of the pillows, maybe give him the beddings and join him on the bed. A tug on the material causes me to pull it down and my lips move into a scowl when I see Brandon standing by the side with a similar scowl on his face.He says, "I need the pillows and bedsheet.""Say sorry, apologise first," I reply.His nostrils flare and he crosses his arms over his chest. The muscle of his biceps ripple, I am tempted to touch them, see if they are as firm as they look. Light brown hairs are scattered all over his chest haphazardly, trailing a line down to his stomach where they disappear into the

My mouth drops open, I blink twice, he's the reason Pa was fired? Pa was miserable for a short period until the marriage proposal came up and the culprit is right here wearing a proud smile. I jump from the couch to come and stand in front of him."You!""He told me to shove my apology far up my dirty, white ass because I refused to clean the coffee spill," Brandon murmurs with his hands raised in surrender. "That's racist."I huff and shake my head with a frown. "That's not racist and your ass is dirty for making an old man clean up your mess. You dirty, white ass," I say and we both

A sigh leaves my lips, my shoulders sag, I don't know what to say and I am grateful for the fact that he doesn't try to continue the conversation. I don't want to mess things up again by saying the wrong things.The bra drops from my hand to the floor, I shrug off my shorts and panties, stand

His last statement piques my curiosity, this is the first time he's talking about his family without me asking but that isn't it, it's the guilt laced in his words. He still blames himself for whatever happened with Eunice. I don't know her but I don’t like that he’s beating himself up over it. We all do regrettable things as teenagers, I ran our only car into a ditch. Pa nearly had a heart attack and Ma, she refused to talk to me until he calmed down. It was my fault, I should never have done it because of a stupid dare.I wait with my lip between my teeth for him to continue but he doesn't and I sigh, I guess that's all the childhood information I will be getting from him today. Or not.