Chapter 15

Dawn arrives with Cocoa around nine. Cocoa wriggling like a madwoman wants to escape the flesh jail and run around this new place. Dawn sets her down on the ground and in the blink of an eye cocoa vanishes. Dawn hands the house key to Foster and gives him a big ol' bear hug. It ends after a few minutes. Dawn wishes it could last longer. She is really going to miss her little guy.

"I guess that's it. Thank you so much Sylvia. I know you have a lot going on right now, just moving in and starting up your own business and all. I'm sorry to add this to your growing pile of responsibilities. I just didn't know what else to do."

"Don't worry about it Dawn. Foster is basically part of our family already. We will be fine here. Just go worry about your sister." Sylvia quickly embraces Dawn and watches as she turns to leave. Dawn turns back around one time to check on Foster before she can't any longer and then exits the building.

"I hope she'll be okay." Sylvia looks to Foster who holds the same worried expression. Once Dawn's car is no longer in sight, they head back inside and up to the second floor. Cocoa has already found L and adopted him as one of her own. L struggles to run away, eventually accepting the cleaning he was so hoping to avoid.

"Do you want to go home now to get your things, or should we do it tomorrow? I will call the school in the morning to let them know that you two are going to be absent for a few days. That should give us some time to get everything sorted out."

"It's kind of late. I don't really know how safe it is to be rushing in and out of the café gathering things. Someone could slip in and stay hidden without us ever being aware of it. I think it will just be better to go tomorrow when it's light out. I don't want anything to happen to the café while mom is gone."

"Whatever you think is right is what we'll do Foster. Okay, I'm going to go back to bed. I guess for tonight you can sleep on the couch? Or you can sleep in C's room? It's happened before. I'm not really worried about anything. I trust you kids." Sylvia gives C a hug and then returns to her room to get some sleep before the long day ahead. C and Foster head back into C's room together.

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I take Foster's hand in mine and lead him back into the room. He sits down on the bed. I turn out the lights, the screen of the TV being what illuminates the room. I join him on the bed, shifting a bit so I am right up against him. I lay my head on his shoulder and try to find a movie for us to watch. I don't know if he is going to be able to sleep right now. He's probably digesting everything that just happened. It's a lot.

As soon as I find a good movie, I pick a comedy special to keep the mood light, I place the remote down and focus my attention on the TV. Foster decides that this isn't how he wants to sit and scoops me up. He sits with his legs crossed at the ankle and sets me down right in the gap between his legs. He drapes his arms over my shoulders. His hands hover in front of my stomach. I grab onto them and look up at him. He is watching the comedy special, but his mind is elsewhere. I cuddle up against his chest a bit more. He puts his head atop mine and we sit like this for the entirety of the movie. I play with his large, rough, but gentle hands as he remains still. It's nice, but I'm worried about him.

When the movie ends, I put the TV back onto the home screen and twist around so that I am still in between his legs, but now facing him instead of with my back towards him. I give him a peck on the cheek and push him down on the bed. I lay directly on top of him, staring at him, wondering what he will do. He folds his arms around my back, and we just hold each other. Before I know it, his eyes are closing and although his arms are relaxed enough for me to escape, I stay. I don't want to accidentally wake him up. It's good for him to get some sleep after the crazy day that he had.

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The next morning, I wake up. C snoozes away on top of me. I stay still, not wanting to accidentally shake her awake. Her long curls are all around us. Her tiny hands are clasped together directly under her chest. I have no idea how her arms aren't uncomfortable. Mine would have fallen asleep and gotten all prickly in a matter of minutes. Her face is nuzzled into my neck. With every exhale, warm air cascades over my skin. Even when she's sleeping, she does shit like this that makes me go crazy. Am I losing it?

The longer we lay like this, the harder it is for me to keep my urges in check. This isn't safe. I gently slide her off of me and onto the bed, trying not to disturb her. I successfully complete my task without any stunning young women waking up. I turn on my side next to her. My arm supports my head and my other arm rests on C's side. This girl has me wrapped around her finger and I don't think she realizes it.

While I stare at her elegant form, two troublemakers hop onto the bed and shuffle around. Cocoa and L start their symphony of screeches. I try to quiet them but of course, C wakes up. With a yawn and a stretch, she gets up and hushes the screaming children. She opens two cans of wet cat food and places them down in front of the food bowls. She tosses the lids and gets back into bed. She snuggles up against me so that her face is away. Her back is pressing against my chest and there is contact a little bit lower as well.

My face immediately heats up and I shift uncomfortably. "C we can't lay like this."

"What why?" she complains. "I'm so comfy, what could possibly be wrong with laying like this." She presses her backside further into me. I try to keep myself in check but it's so damn difficult.

"C, I'm not kidding. This really isn't a good idea," I plead. She doesn't listen. I take a deep breath, but it doesn't do anything. I'm too excited. My pants tighten uncomfortably. I try to scooch farther back to get some distance, but she follows, continuing to keep herself pressed against me. "C, please." I grit my teeth, trying to maintain whatever composure I can.

"Please what?" She knows exactly what she's doing. I can't believe just a little while ago I thought she was a nice, shy, good girl. She definitely isn't. She shifts a bit, giving me momentary relief, but it doesn't last long. Now her hand is rubbing. I groan in frustration. "Please what?" she repeats again, stopping her hand but keeping it placed on me. This is cruel.

"Please, C. This isn't fair." She starts rubbing again. I try my best not to give her the satisfaction of hearing me struggle. I take another breath but instead of exhaling, a moan escapes. Shit.I can tell that she is smirking. She moves again, this time placing her hands on my chest. She gives me a gentle push so that my back is against the bed now. I try to will myself to calm down, but it isn't working. She takes her place directly on top of my lap, directly on top of-

"What's wrong Foster?" C feigns an expression of worry. She leans her face closer towards mine. Instead of a kiss, her mouth hovers directly over my ear. I can feel her hot breath. "You seem to be struggling." As soon as these words pass through her lips, she begins to nibble on my earlobe. I buck my hips in retaliation earning a soft 'Oh' from her. Maybe I do have some control over the situation. I do it again, this time, C whimpers. I want to hear more.

I flip us so that now I am the one on top, the one in control. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. She tries to look away. I tilt her head towards me so that she is the one that feels trapped now. She bites her lip. God, she is too much.

"What happened to confident and in charge C?" I tease. She shivers underneath me. I use this opportunity to take in the entirety of her body. My eyes drift down past her chin and neck. I notice two small buds, poking through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. My eyes drift even further south. I notice that she isn't wearing pants. I lift her shirt, as I do this, I realize that this isn't her shirt at all. It's mine. I also notice her thighs rubbing together.

I sit back, happy with the reaction I was able to get. Not wanting to venture too much further I let go of her arms. As I do this, she lets out a quiet whine.

"Why are you stopping?" she asks. My eyes widen and my brows knit together in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She sits up on her elbows. Her eyes meet mine. I can see the hunger, the lust.

"Can we keep going?" She looks back down as she says this. Is she embarrassed?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I don't want to push too far. I want more, but only on her terms. She nods her head yes. I pull my shirt over my head and then position myself over her, hands at either side of her head. She adjusts her arms, leaning back onto her elbows while pushing herself up so that her face is even closer to mine. I feel her soft, warm lips press against mine. What have I gotten myself into?