Wardrobe Malfunction(73)
So, I do it again.
I give her more. I give her all of me.
I make love to her in a mixture of hard and fast, slow and gentle until we finally come together, falling apart in each other’s arms.
I lie there, breathing heavily against her neck. I lift my head and brush my mouth over hers. “I don’t want to move.”
“So, don’t.” She brushes her fingers through my hair. “We can clean up later.”
But we don’t clean up. We fall asleep there together, wrapped up in each other.
Charly
“You got everything?” Vaughn asks me as he puts our bags in the trunk of his car.
“Yep.”
It’s time to head back to Vegas. We’re driving over to Vaughn’s parents’, and then his dad is going to drive us to the airport and bring Vaughn’s car back.
I’m really sad to be leaving. I’ve had the best time here with him. I don’t want it to be over.
“Here’s your cell,” he says, handing it to me.
God, my cell.
I can’t believe I haven’t used it all weekend. I didn’t even come out to the car to check my messages. I was too busy having fun with Vaughn and his family. Three days without it, and I survived. And I didn’t even miss it. Go figure. I didn’t even miss watching TV. They have a TV at his mom and dad’s house, and it was on during the times we went over there, but I didn’t even bother watching it.
I enjoyed the quiet at Vaughn’s. The disconnection to the outside world. Maybe I should do it more often.
Part of me doesn’t even want to go back to the real world yet. But I guess I have to sometime.
I press the button to wake my cell up, but the screen stays black. I push it again, and I get the red battery sign.
“My phone’s dead,” I tell him.
“Yeah, mine is, too.” Vaughn chuckles, looking down at his. “That always happens when I come here. Leave it turned on in my car, and the battery just drains. You can charge it in the car if you want. I have a charger in there for occasions such as this.”
I smile at him and then drop my phone in my bag. “No, I’m good. I’ll wait till I get back to Vegas. Charge it up there.”
“You sure?” he checks. “I know how much you love it.”
“Not as much as I’ve loved being here.”
He stares at me for a moment and then comes over, resting his arms over my shoulders. I tip my head back, looking up at him.
“I’ve loved having you here,” he tells me.
I smile, my heart doubling in size.
“And I’m not going to charge my phone either.”
“No?”
“No. I’m not ready for this weekend to be over.” His eyes smile at me.
My insides light up. “Me neither.” I lift up on my toes and softly kiss his lips. “Let’s drag it out for as long as we can.”
“Forever?” he says.
I touch my hand to his face. “If only.”
He presses a kiss to the palm of my hand. “We’d best get moving. We’ve got that flight to catch.”
We get in the car, and Vaughn drives us over to his parents’. His dad is already outside, waiting on us.
“They’re here,” he calls out.
Every member of Vaughn’s family piles out of the house to see us off.
“You’re coming back once the movie’s wrapped?” Vaughn’s mom asks him.
“Yeah. I’ll be back soon.”
She hugs him and then comes over to me. “It was so lovely to meet you, Charly.”
“You, too. Thank you for making me feel so welcome.”
She hugs me. “I hope to see you again.”
“You will,” Vaughn says, smiling over at us.
“Guess I’ll see you soon then.”
His mom smiles and winks at me, and I laugh.
“I’m taking bets on how long it is before he asks her to move in with him,” Meg announces.
“I’ll put twenty on a month,” Gran says.
“I’ll take two months, babe,” Vic says to his wife.
“For fuck’s sake!” Vaughn grumbles.
“Vaughn! Delicate ears!” Sasha’s hands go over Nora’s ears.
“Too late, Mama. I already heard Uncle Vaughn say the naughty word.”
“Fuck’s sake!” George mimics.
“George!” Meg covers her hand with her mouth. Then, she narrows her eyes at Vaughn as she reaches over and punches him in the arm.
“Hey! No need for violence.”
“If he goes to school saying that, I’m telling his teacher where he learned it.”
“Sorry.” He laughs, rubbing his arm.
We continue saying our good-byes to everyone.
I feel like I’m in an episode of The Brady Bunch, receiving hugs left, right, and center. But in no way am I complaining.
I actually enjoy each and every hug I receive. Weird. Must be Vaughn rubbing off on me. He’s a huggy guy.
Then, we’re done, and it’s time to go.
I climb in the backseat, and Vaughn hops in beside me.
Vaughn’s dad gets in the driver’s seat and turns the engine on. “Ready to go, kids?”