Author's note: Number four. Thanks to everyone who has read this far and especially to those who have left comments.
Big thanks to CharlieB4 for helping me edit.
The Mistake - Part Four
Claire
It was nice and warm, his body right next to mine. I loved just lying there in bed with him, my ear pressed to his chest, listening to the beating of his heart mixed together with the quiet taps of his fingers dancing across the keyboard. It was so comfy that I almost wanted to give in to the post-orgasm tiredness and just let my heavy eyes fall shut like they so desperately wanted.
I denied them though, as sadly I knew it wouldn't be a very long nap. The hotel room was paid for the entire night but if he didn't go home soon then it was possible Rose would question his whereabouts. She had already called once and the excuse about working late would only work so many times. As annoying as it was we had every incentive to not give her a reason to suspect anything, not even a minuscule one.
He stopped tapping and I felt his arm come down around me. It gave me a squeeze, probably to check that I was still awake.
"Mmm?" I murmured, nuzzling my cheek against him. I didn't want to let go.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, the strokes of his hand leaving warm tingling trails from my hip to my stomach.
I swallowed to clear my throat. "You know I am babe," I said. "But that's not important. What
is
important is if you are."
I felt his chest move as he nodded. "And Sam and Ava?"
"They're both in," I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. I had already told him this. "Mom's actually anxious to get the ball rolling if you can believe it."
"Really?" he asked, his hand coming up to play with my hair. It felt nice too. "She seemed very hesitant yesterday."
"Yeah well, I think Sam managed to sway her," I said and this time I did roll my eyes but not at him. "Convinced her all over the kitchen counter. Caught me off guard too. With what we're planning one would imagine they would know how to be a bit more subtle."
His fingers stopped moving in my hair. "That's..." he said but paused.
"Yeah yeah, I know," I said and poked his chest. It was so nice and firm. "You think it's super hot."
It kinda was, but I had no intention of letting him know I thought that. At least not yet. I was still dealing with the weirdness of just hearing them going at it and especially the fact that I stayed and listened. It had been one of those impulse moments that you weren't really sure if you regretted or not.
"It is pretty hot though," he said. "I mean, you would have to get your good looks from somewhere, right?"
My eyebrows rose as I tilted my head to look up at him. He was smirking, his black eyes teasing.
"Was that a roundabout way of saying you think my mom is hot?"
Well he wasn't wrong. If I had to be objective, and I felt I was pretty good at being objective, as far as women went mom
was
pretty hot. Well, for her age that is.
"I'll leave that for you to ponder," he said. "But back on topic. You're really certain about this?"
"Yes! For the..." I sighed and stopped myself. "Yes I'm sure. And it's really annoying that you keep asking
because
I get annoyed. I don't want it to seem like I'm pushing you because you have to be sure too."
"Sorry," he said but I could see that my exasperation amused him. Ass. "And I meant what I said yesterday. I'm finished with Rose even if we don't go through with this. It would end up costing me but it's a bullet I'm willing to bite."
"So you're just not sure about the plan then?" I asked, rolling over to peer up at him. I had both my hands under my chin and my arms folded over his chest.
He tilted his head a little. "Not really. The plan's pretty solid. I did some scoping out today and the few things I was on the fence about turned out to be non issues."
"Then what is it?" I asked, my brows furrowing.
"Well," he said and gestured to the laptop screen. I turned my head to look but I wasn't sure what I was seeing. "I guess it just feels weird, being this close to taking the first step towards a new stage in life."
I squinted my eyes to make out what was on the screen. It looked like a travel booking site, more specifically, an airline booking page. Everything was already filled out. Six tickets to Miami, extending the two he had already booked for a total of eight. It was a little sad, giving up two weeks of uninterrupted naughtiness with him. If it worked though, then it would be worth it ten times over.
"Well that was quick," I said. And it was. We had only discussed it the day before and he was already making preparations?
"Maybe. I like to be effective though," he said, moving his hand to hover over the enter key. "Last chance to back out."
It really wasn't but I still felt giddy when I reached out and placed my hand on his. He was right. It did feel weird. Definitely not bad-weird, no, but exciting-weird. Together we pressed down on the key and a second later the tickets were booked.
For a moment we just laid there, quiet and just... felt. It wasn't something big we had done or even especially important. What it was though was something
we had done.
Something tangible, something affirmative. Action as opposed to inaction. It was something we could point at and say, 'We did this for us and no one else. A first step towards something new and exciting —
for us.
'
"Well," he said, breaking the silence after a while. "Suppose we should deal with this then too." He closed the laptop before reaching to his side, his hand disappearing off the bed edge as he stretched. When he pulled back he had the bag he carried all his business papers in.
"Deal with what?" I asked, sitting up a little more but still mostly draped over him.