My Life is Ruined

“Isaac! It’s one in the afternoon. Are you going to sleep—“

Gasping awake, I blinked the sleep from my eyes as I shot up in bed. Focusing on my mom, it took me a second to register the horrified look on her face. What the hell was she so worked up about—

Emma stirred beside me, awakening a bit more gracefully than I had.

Emma.

Still here Emma.

Very naked Emma.

I tossed the blanket over her face. Not that it helped, as I could hear her groaning from the noise and movements.

“Not what it looks like!” I squeaked out. No idea why I said that. It was exactly what it looked like.

Mom was already beating a retreat, closing the door behind her.

Why didn’t I lock the fucking thing? Not that I could hide that she slept over, but still…

Oh god. What about her dad? I mean, he seemed pretty cool about the whole thing, but… fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

My life was over.

Emma pushed the covers down. Her hair was a mess as she sat up, blinking lazily as she looked around.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

Had she… completely missed everything that happened? How deep a sleeper was she?

“Afternoon.”

Her head slowly turned as she blankly looked at me. She was cute like this, completely numb to the world. I could see the gears slowly churn to life in those eyes of hers. It was a process, but it was coming along. “Afternoon?”

“Apparently.”

Her eyes began to widen. “What time is it?”

“One.”

“In the morning?”

“We established it was the afternoon. The after noon sort of one.”

That got her awake. “Oh no. No, no, no.” She shot out of bed. “You need to take me home,” she said, rushing around my room for her clothes.

“Mom caught us.”

“Huh?”

“My mom. She woke me up and saw…” I gestured to the bed. To me. To her.

“This is your fault!”

“What? How so?”

“You wanted to cuddle!”

“And you were the one who was cold and wanted to cover up.”

“You should have stopped me!”

“Well that’s a little unfair,” I muttered as she wiggled into her panties.

“Why are you staring? Dressed! Now.”

“Why bother?” I said, flopping back on the bed. “My life is ruined. I have sex one time and have my mom catch me.” I sighed dramatically. “I can’t live here anymore. I need to go far, far away. Become a monk or something.” I let out a surprised huff of air as my pants landed on my face.

“Save the complaining for after you drive me back home. Fuck. What the fuck am I going to tell Papa Bear?”

“That you stayed over at my place?” I offered, pulling the pants off my face. I was met with a glare, which went perfectly with her boobs exposed like that.

“Not helping.”

“He already knows you’re having sex.”

She froze.

I froze.

I’m going to chop that one up to me still being in shock over Mom catching us. That and just waking up. My brain was busted.

“What?”

“Uh. It came up?” The look on her face told me I had to start explaining damn fast. Fortunately, my stupidity wasn’t complete. “Prom,” I said suddenly. “He, uh, told me something about trusting your judgment and all that and if I had protection in case I needed it.” Okay, it wasn’t the whole truth, but bending it a little so she didn’t freak out was perfectly valid. I had firsthand experience that was still rather fresh on what it felt like knowing your parents knew you were having sex. Besides, he had never brought it up with her. If he disapproved that much, I would think he would have put a stop to it.

Now that I was thinking about it, we sort of skipped the protection thing last night too. Though if she wasn’t worried about it, I wouldn’t worry either.

Emma still looked worried after my explanation. “Is it really that bad that he knows? We’ve been dating for a few months now and have been friends for longer than that. It’s not like this happened out of the blue.”

She took a breath, calming herself as she fought with her hair. “No. You’re right. Sorry. You aren’t one of the guys. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Damn right,” I said, closing my eyes as I pressed my head deeper into my pillow.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping until the heat **** of the universe.”

“Up.”

“Can’t make me.”

“If I beat you dressed, I’m never having sex with you again.”

Pretty sure my shirt ended up on backward, but it counted, dammit. I think Emma had a kick out of watching me scramble about for my clothes. I beat her dressed, and that is the only thing that mattered.

“Not fair,” I muttered, leaning against the bathroom doorway as I watched her fight with her hair in the mirror.

“What’s not fair is that you don’t have a single damn hairbrush. How do you fix your hair in the morning?”

I ran my hand through it, giving it a shake. “Babe, I wake up looking this good.”

“Gag.” Frustrated, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Can I please just get it to look like I wasn’t up all night having sex?”

“I think you are projecting. Looks to me like you just woke up and are having a bad hair day.” She glared at me. “What? You look hot.”

“Thanks, but not helping. I don’t have bad hair days, Isaac. Always put together.” She sighed at herself in the mirror. “What a disaster.”

“Disaster is having your mom walk in and seeing you and your girlfriend lying in bed naked.”

“Oh my god, Isaac. Are you ever going to let that go?”

I had a hell of a frown going on right now. “It happened twenty minutes ago.”

“See? Ancient history.” She turned to face me, her hands gesturing to her hair. “This? This is happening right now.”

Stepping forward, I put my hands on her hips and stared at her. “I love you anyway.”

She went ridged.

“You said it again.”

“That I love you?” She nodded. “Must have something to do with me loving you.”

“Stop. I might believe you.”

“You should, because I mean it. I love you, Emma Wright. I love how you drive me wild. Tease the shit out of me. Make me laugh. Comfort me when I’m down. You bring out the best in me.” My smile widened. “And I especially love you when you are having a shit hair day and freaking out over that more than my Mom walked in and caught us in bed together.”

She laughed, wiping at her eye. “Yeah, but I don’t live with her.”

“I hate you so much.”

“Too late. You already told me you love me.”

“Ten-second rule?”

She rested her arms on my shoulders, looking up at me. “Nope. You told me last night.”

“Damn.” I leaned forward to kiss her but got nothing but air as she danced away from me.

“We should probably head upstairs before your mom thinks we are taking care of your morning wood or something.”

I paled at the thought. “We should go upstairs. Even better, how about I take you home?”

Emma was nothing but smiles. “That would be great! I can’t wait to hear you explain to Papa Bear why you are bringing his daughter home at one in the afternoon.”

“Did I mention how much I hate you?” I asked as she laughed, pulling me towards the stairs. “Because I’m pretty sure I hate you.”