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He shook me awake in the morning. I grumbled, disoriented, and pushed him away.

            “PJ, wake up.”

            I tried to tell him to give me another hour or three, but my tongue just lolled in my mouth. Some low groaning noise, it sounded like an elephant seal, startled me and I opened my eyes in shock.

            “What was that?” I asked.

            “That was you!” Gavin laughed.

            It took a minute for that to register. “Huh. Okay. I’m going back to sleep.”

            “No!” He extended his arm so it blocked my pillow. I growled at it. “It’s past noon, I want to make breakfast.”

            “So make breakfast, I don’t care,” I grumbled.

            He took my face in his hands and pouted at me. “Will you make it with me?”

            I sighed. “Do I have a choice?”

            “No.”

            “Then let’s get cooking.”

            It was freezing outside of his sheets. I pulled on my underwear and my hoodie to Gavin’s displeasure, but he bundled up too once he got out of bed. I followed him down the pretty winding stairs with the insanely white carpets, across the dining room and into the kitchen. There was an industrial sized chrome oven next to the matching refrigerator. I wondered why this was necessary when only three people lived here, and two of them were gone most of the time. I suppose if you can afford it, then you might as well buy it.

            I leaned against the counter and watched him dig through the cupboards. He looked so cute with his hair all tousled on the left side and flattened on the right. My fingers had been in his hair last night; he’d said my name over and over; touched me. I honestly could not be happier.

            “Aha!” he exclaimed as he spun around wielding a box of pancake mix. “Looks like… eggs and buttermilk. They’re in the fridge just in case you’re retarded, and I’ll get the—”

            I hooked my arms around his waist and kept his mouth moving, but quietly. I felt his chest rumble alongside mine.

            He broke away for a second to pant, “Maybe we’ll eat later?”

I needed to shave, bad. The prickles on my calves caught in between the unbelievably tight weave of his sheets. “What are these?” I asked, biting the seam. Mm, they even tasted like him.

            He watched me and rolled his eyes. “Let me check!” He folded over a corner and bit it with his molars. His eyes widened to take in the fabric. “The indent is about three millimeters; then you subtract the determinate of the root cubed and that gets us… 700 count.”

            “Shut up,” I laughed.

            “Really, PJ, what are you doing?”

            “You.”

            Smirking, he scratched the dark stubble on his chin. “You’re hilarious.”

            I rolled out of bed and stretched with my back to him. I was used to being naked, or mostly naked, in front of him – those nights of drunken strip poker usually ended in my defeat – but his eyes weren’t glazed over now and I could feel their full power on me.

            “Come back,” he begged. “I’m not done with you yet.”

            I peeked through the blinds and summoned my ancient powers to locate the sun, vision being the main one. It was heavily overcast and I barely noticed the white orb over the tops of the trees. God, it was pretty. Most of the leaves on the oak tree in his neighbor’s yard had morphed a deep red while the rest were just beginning to yellow. I smudged the fog off the window with my knuckles.

            His lips pressed beneath my ear lobe and gathered my hair in his fist to toss it over my other shoulder. “I wanna fuuuck you,” he muttered, “you already know—wait, that’s not right, is it?”

            “No, it’s totally right.”

            He laughed. “I don’t listen to Akon much.”

            “Keep singing.”

            “I see you windin’ and grindin’ up on that pole…” He maneuvered me away from the window, dancing. “I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know…”

            Apparently my parents wanted to fuck me too. My cell phone buzzed loudly where I’d left it in the pocket of my jeans. Gavin groaned but let me answer it.

            “Hello?” I greeted.

            “Exactly whose house are you at?” my mother demanded. I imagined her clutching the phone under her chin and flinging paint at something. A metallic crash echoed in the background. Dishes, then.

            “Um…” Shit. I’d forgotten who was lying for me.

            My dad grumbled, “Let me talk to her.”

            “No, I’m handling this!” mom snapped.

            “Samantha, give me the phone. She is my daughter.” There was a muffled rumpling noise as she passed the phone to him. “Jane?” he said.

            “Hi, Dad.”

            “Now then, where are you?”

            “Uh, Aspen’s?” I guessed.

            “Really, because Liza called last night to tell your mother that you were with her.”

            “Right, but then we went over to Aspen’s because she has all the food.” Gavin was getting impatient and started sucking my neck. I covered the mouthpiece to hiss, “Hang on!” He huffed and touched my boobs instead. Dad repeated what I’d told him back to my mom who immediately laughed.

            “What’s she laughing about?” I asked hesitantly.

            “Well, she believes the food excuse,” he replied. “But wherever you are, I want you—”

            “We!” Mom chimed.

            “Yes, we want you home for dinner.”

            Did they like ruining my life? “Dinner tomorrow?”

            “Yes. Ah, no. Dinner tonight,” he sputtered. Like he’d eat with us. He usually just holed away in his office talking to important people.

            “Why?”

            Mom took the phone back. “Because I said so.”

            Of course. “I’m not going,” I told her. “I’ll be home tomorrow, I promise.”

            “Jane! No, you will be home tonight and--!”

            “Bye, I love you.” I snapped my phone shut. Did I feel guilty? What guilt?

            Gavin grabbed the phone from my hands and turned it off. “You are a liar,” he mumbled into my hair, pushing me back on the bed. He locked my arms above my head. “How am I gonna punish you?”

            “Nothing you do to me could be punishment.”

            He smirked under the dark wave of his hair. “Bad decision, babe.”