Throwing my pants on, I walk out to the living room and see that the sun is already starting to rise. I grab my keys and shove my feet into my sneakers so I can go get our bags out of the truck. The cold wind relieves my heated body as it hits my bare chest, and I quickly jog down the steps to grab the bags from the cab of the truck. When I come back in, I see Jessa through the back window, admiring the view of the lake from the deck.

I drop our bags and head toward the door to meet her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I exclaim after opening the door.

She turns around, giving me a dazzling smile. I could wake up like this for the rest of my days with no regrets.

“Good morning,” she responds, holding the blanket she has wrapped around herself out for me to join her and I do. “I missed waking up to you,” she says.

“I wanted you to sleep in. I got our bags.” I hold her close to me under the blanket, trying to keep us warm.

“Do we have to go home today?” she whines.

“Well, we have classes tomorrow,” I inform her.

“Let’s skip,” she jokes, knowing I won’t.

“I have to work too, but we have the whole day. We can go back late tonight.” If she only knew how much I wish we could stay here forever.

“I know…it just seems like one night isn’t enough.” She kisses my chest.

“Hey, we have spring break in two weeks. I got the time off from Barbells. We’ll have a full week together at your parent’s in Colorado,” I mention, hoping to give her something to look forward to.

“Yeah, with the rest of the band and Sadie. God knows what bimbos Trey and Dex might bring,” she laughs.

“We won’t have to worry about it; we’ll have our own room.” I lead her to the door, into the warmth. “Let’s start today off right. Shower?” I question and she smiles.

Jessa starts the shower and I make my way to the living room to retrieve our bags. By the time I make it into the bathroom, Jessa is already in the shower with shampoo resting in her hair, while she rubs soap all over her body. It’s so erotic, watching the water slide down her soapy body, I can’t help but stand here like a peeping tom. Watching her makes me so hard, I start stroking myself. She finally notices me and opens the shower door.

I make my way over and automatically push her against the glass wall. “Fuck me, Grant,” she says. I prop her body up, holding her only by her ass, and insert myself fast. After observing the private showing for a few minutes, I need to be inside her now. Once I enter her, she grips my shoulders, bringing herself higher and then slams down onto me.

“Jessa, you’re fucking amazing,” I groan. Keeping the rhythm up, we eventually come apart all over each other. “I love fucking you and I fucking love you,” I say to her. Letting her feet find the floor again, I wash her body for her.

In return, Jessa washes my hair and soaps my body before we get out. Just as I give her a towel and wrap one around my waist, I hear knocking on the door.

“Oh shit,” I say, “Mrs. Fletcher’s here.” I had completely forgotten she was coming by this morning.

“Mrs. Fletcher? Here? Why?” Jessa hammers me with three questions right in a row, and for the first time I realize my secret could easily come out today.

“Take your time getting ready. I’ll go greet her.” I give her one brief kiss and walk into the bedroom, scrambling to find some clothes. Putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I make my way to the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Fletcher,” I greet her, opening the door for her.

“Everything okay in here? You didn’t call me last night.” She walks right in with a tray covered with foil of something that smells sweet and tasty.

“Yes, sorry about that, we got in late. Thanks for buying those last-minute groceries for us.” I pull out a chair for her and she sits down.

“Oh, Fred did it. No problem. So, where’s the mystery girl anyway?” she stands up and walks to the oven, turning the dials. “Here are some cinnamon rolls. I made them fresh this morning, but since I wanted to give you and your lady friend some time, they aren’t very hot anymore.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. It really wasn’t necessary.”

“Hi, Mrs. F.” Jessa hops happily into the room. She’s beautiful with her wet, blonde hair and striking black eyeliner. She’s wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, a highly unusual outfit for her, but she pulls it off effortlessly.

“Jessa. You’re the girl?” Mrs. Fletcher sounds surprised and Jessa stops short before giving her a hug, obviously unsure of what her reaction insinuates.

“Yes, she’s the one.” I come alongside Jessa and place my arm around her shoulders.

“Oh my…” Mrs. Fletcher appears taken aback by the revelation and I’m afraid of what’ll come out of her mouth. “That’s wonderful. You finally picked the right one, Grant.” She points her finger at me before embracing Jessa, while I release a relieved breath.

“He’s a good one, Jessa,” she says to her and backs away, looking at me. “And she’s a good one. Don’t mess it up.” She pokes her finger into my chest four times.

“I’ll try,” I laugh, glancing over at Jessa, who still seems unsure of the situation.

“So, Mrs. F, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“Didn’t Grant tell you?” Mrs. Fletcher narrows her eyes at me. She thought I would’ve shared my secret already. “I live up the street with my brother. I stay up here during the winters,” she says, smiling at Jessa and then frowning at me. I know the look all too well; she’s disappointed in me.

“No, he didn’t mention that,” Jessa stares at me, confused. Great, now both women in this house seem to be upset with me.

The oven beeps, informing us that it’s preheated, and I take this opportunity to escape. I place the cinnamon rolls in the oven and start making a pot of coffee.

Once everything is ready, I join them at the table, where they are currently talking about Trey. Lately, he seems different. Jessa tells Mrs. Fletcher how he rarely brings random girls home anymore and she often finds him lying on his bed, staring at some picture. When she confronts him, he says it’s nothing and places the picture back in his drawer.

I hand out the two coffees and put the cinnamon rolls in the center with three plates. I scoop a roll out for each of them and they both smile at me. “Isn’t Grant so polite? I taught him that, you know.” Mrs. Fletcher takes credit for all of my good qualities.

“You did?” Jessa questions, giving me that confused look again. I need to get her out of here before she finds out everything I’ve been keeping from her.

“Living across the street from the Carsens enabled me to spend a lot of time with Grant and Brady when they were little,” she informs Jessa.

“Oh yeah, I think Sadie said something about that once.” Jessa wraps both her hands around her coffee mug and brings it up to her mouth.

“Well, I should probably get going. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Mrs. Fletcher says, standing up.

“Let me walk you back,” I tell her, silently asking Jessa for permission. She shoos me off with her hand, telling me to go ahead.

I kiss Jessa’s cheek before following Mrs. Fletcher out the front door. With the slick and icy roads, I wish she never would’ve put herself in harm’s way walking to my cabin this morning. She hooks her arm through mine and I hold onto it with my opposite hand, so in case we slip, I’ll keep her steady.

“Grant…”

“I know, Mrs. Fletcher, you don’t have to say it. Everyone’s told me,” I interrupt her.

“What have they said?” she slows our pace. I’m not sure if it’s because of the road conditions or because she wants to talk to me longer.

“Not to hurt her.”

“It’s good that I have something new to say then,” she says, smiling up at me. This woman is so damn special to me. She took care of me like a grandmother since childhood and I hope she isn’t going to tell me she doesn’t like Jessa, because I would hate to disappoint her.