“Buddy, I’m going to go walk your mom to the car,” I say. “Don’t touch anything unless it’s food.”

He just nods, and I walk out, following Caroline, who’s waiting for me. “You aren’t going out like that,” she says. “Go put a shirt on.” She points at my door. “I’ll wait here while you go get dressed.”

I look down. “I am dressed.”

“No, you’re half-dressed,” she points out. “Now go put the rest of your clothes on, and I’ll wait here.”

“But …” I start to say, and she hands me her purse.

“Here, hold this,” she says, and I look at her. “I’ll just give you back this shirt that I’m wearing, and then we can go.” She now leans down and tries to pull up her shirt.

“I’m going,” I say, handing her back her purse and walking back into the house.

“Did you go out naked?” Dylan asks me while he chews and pours more syrup on his pancake.

“Apparently,” I say, jogging back to my room and grabbing the first shirt I see. I pull it over my head, then stop in the kitchen. Picking up the syrup, I look at him. “You need some more pancakes for all that syrup.”

He just shrugs, and I grab the box and go into the hallway. “There you are,” she says, smiling, and I hand her the box with the phone.

“You forgot something,” I say and then walk to the elevator.

“I don’t need it. I’m going to be in the car,” she says.

“What happens if you have a flat tire or get into an accident?” I ask, pressing the button, and she just sighs. “That is what I thought.”

“Annoying,” she says, walking into the elevator when it opens. I follow her, but instead of going over, I pull my arms around her shoulder and pull her to me in a hug. I lean down to kiss her, and I smell myself on her.

“You smell like me.” I smile and smell her cheek and then her neck, rubbing my nose on her the whole time. “I like it.”

She moves her neck to the side, giving me access to the other side. “It was the only soap in the shower,” she whispers, and I kiss her. My tongue slides into her mouth, and the sweetness of the syrup hits my tongue right away, and my cock springs into action. I push her against the wall, and her hands roam all over the front of my shirt. When the ding of the elevator fills the small space, I almost curse.

“Call me when you get there to let me know you got there okay,” I say when we get to the vehicle. “Then you call me when you are coming home.”