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“Malcolm!”
He bolts upright. The sun is peaking through the curtain, rays straight into his eyes as he flinches at the sudden invasion of sound. He looks around, hearing but not seeing his mother. “Mom?” He runs a tired hand over his face and pushes himself out of the bed. He’s met with cold wooden floors and the sudden realization that’s buck ass nude.
“Malcolm?” The inflection of her tone is softer, hopeful and he knows he’s got no time at all to cover his pelvis before his mother sees their version of the family jewels.
He glances around the floor, condemned by the fact that he’s not sure whose pants are on his floor but they’re certainly not his. He pulls them over his hips. They’re a little loose on his hips but better than nothing. Way better than nothing.
“Malcolm!” Jessica Whitley finds him and her smile dies slowly from her lips. She squints at him, looking him up and down before glancing behind him at his bed. “Oh,” she lifts an eyebrow,” you had a guest.” She purses her lips,” I certainly hope I’m not interrupting.”
Malcolm shakes his head and places an arm on her shoulder, guiding her away from his bed. More importantly, the New York detective his mother has seen enough times to now know her name. “What is it that you needed?” He runs a tired hand over his face and tries to wake himself up enough to function clearly as his mother starts explaining exactly what it is now that he and Ainsely have done.
“Mother,” he interrupts her mid-sentence and she scowls. “Can this wait? I can come to the house tonight?”
Jessica considers this a moment and decides a visit is better than the tongue lashing she had planned. “Fine,” she pulls her purse higher onto her shoulder. She glances back in the directions of the bed,” and bring your friend so we can have a proper meeting.” She sighs like he’s causing her physical pain and adds,” and please wear decent clothes.”
He watches her leave, sighing tiredly as the door shuts. Bent over the island in the kitchen, he can hear the sheets on his bed shuffling as Dani slides out of bed. He remains leaning even as her footsteps enter the kitchen.
She hums and presses her body into his side. She kisses up his jaw and to his ear, gently taking the lobe in between her teeth. “As good as these shorts look on you,” she pulls away and looks at his butt. “And I mean, they look really good.” She slips an arm around his hips,” you’re wearing my jogging shorts.”
Malcolm sighs, asperated. He moves his head and looks at her,” come with me to my mother’s tonight?”
She smiles and kisses him. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and she allows herself to be pulled into his arms. “Only if you’re wearing this.”
He smiles,” deal.”