I grab some water and decide to make them one of those terrible frozen pizzas Whitney actually likes even when she’s sober. I’d gone to the grocery store when she was in New York and got her some things I know she used to like. I’m sure her tastes have changed somewhat in the last three years but I took a chance that some stayed the same. I grab some water and chips while the oven preheats and make my way up the stairs. When I get to the guest room, I only see Chloe and she’s watching television on her phone despite the flat screen mounted on the wall.

Her eyes light up when she sees me, grabbing the chips from me. “I’m making you guys a pizza, unless you want me to order you one? I just figured cooking one would take less time.”

“You’re the best, Jacob!” She squeals before ripping open the bag of Doritos.

I shake my head as a laugh leaves me. “Where is she?”

“Bathroom, I think,” she says without pulling her gaze away from what I think to be Grey’s Anatomy. I chuckle, remembering all the times Whitney would ask me if things were accurate when she’d make me watch it with her.

I make my way out of the room and I notice my bedroom door is ajar. Fuck. Whitney, what are you doing in there?

I push the door open and close it quietly behind me. The lamps on my nightstands are still on so the room isn’t pitch black. “Looking for me?” I hear from behind me and when I turn around all of the air leaves my lungs in a gush as my eyes fall on a completely naked Whitney.

“Fuck,” I whisper and despite the horrible idea it is, I fall to my knees in front of her and pull her naked cunt to my face. I nuzzle the smooth skin and press a kiss to the top of her mound before spreading her lips and tonguing her clit, desperate for a taste of her. “What are you doing to me, baby?”

She grips my face and strokes my beard softly. “I need you.”

“I need you too, Whitney but—”

“Fuck me,” she interrupts me. “Please.”

“Now?” I speak, but the rest of me is already on board with being inside her.

She nods her head and I look at the door behind her. The door that led to a hallway and a flight of stairs that led to a room where her father was sitting drinking beer and talking to my brother. I look up at her. “Can you be quiet?” A smile finds her face and a warm feeling spreads throughout my chest that I’m the one that put it there. She nods enthusiastically. “Can you be quick?” I ask her and she nods again.