AR Returns Ch39

Just like that, the weather has swung back to warm and fireflies are out in the muggy Gurlberg night.

“That is so romantic,” Jess says on Riley’s porch, watching them. She’s wearing a cute little floral dress and sexy red heels.

“Can you not be lovey-dovey out in public please?” Riley asks, beckoning as she looks around worriedly.

“You’re no fun.” Jess enters the house excitedly. “This is serious bucket list shit.”

“Did my mom do something to offend you way back or whatever?” Riley asks, handing her a glass of wine.

“Uh… well, there was one thing. But not really. This isn’t **** on Mary. This is just doing something wicked hot.”

“Wicked hot,” Riley echoes dazedly, and they clink glasses.

She was planning on snuggling on the couch a little, some making out, maybe watching a movie from the 80s with some boobs in it, but Riley gets none of that. Giggling almost eerily, Jess heads straight upstairs.

Mom’s room is a complicated place for Riley. It hasn’t been that long since it was Mom and Dad’s room. What Dad didn’t take with him is in boxes in the garage, and Mary has transformed the master bedroom completely. Ironically, this has led to a chain reaction of things that Riley hasn’t been able to appreciate because of everything going on in her life. Mary had redone her bathroom, which meant that it was only fair to also redo the one that Kayla and Riley shared. Mary had gone on to have the room repainted from soft blue to soft pink, and she’d bought all new furniture. Where there had once been pictures of the four of them, now there was just one enlarged photo of the three of them on a trip they’d taken to Nova Scotia and some baby pictures.

Jess sniffs the air. “What?” she squawks.

“Huh?” Riley looks away from the photos on the wall. She will need to make a point to not look in that direction when they’re fooling around.

“You already made the bed?”

“Well, yeah.”

“But we have to make it again before she comes home,” Jess pouts. “And now it’s like… not as dirty.”

“Not as dirty?” Riley feels her brows rise. “Clean. The word you want is clean. Clean is good.”

“Oh, baby. No.” Jess pats Riley’s head. “But that’s OK. I like what she’s done with it. Interesting. Her room was pink back in the 90s too.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” Jess turns around, takes Riley’s face in her hands, and kisses her.

Riley goes with it, and the kiss heats up fast as they hold each other tight. Jess always smells so good, and she’s so much softer than Adella. She’s every bit as aggressive as Adella, but it’s still different. And nice. Being with her is relaxing in some ways while also dangerous and exciting in others. Especially tonight.