All Chapters of Foster: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Like most mornings such is an occurrence, when James and Sasha emerged from her room together, I'm unsure just how long he has been inside my house. I don't know if he has only just clambered in through the window or if he spent the night in a bed of pillows on Sasha's floor. No matter how many times I've extended the invitation, he has never slept in the guest bedroom... perhaps it's because he wants to inconvenience Sasha, perhaps it's because he simply misses the nights they'd spend together as children; passed out on the floor after talking for hours, limbs entwined in sleep and blankets stollen by James. Sasha would never complain. She'd never wake up and steal the blankets back. She'd never grumble half-asleep and roll around until she had the blankets back, she'd si

What Sasha did sign up for: the complications of being involved with somewhat of a parental figure. What Sasha didn't sign up for: the turmoil of falling in love with someone still in love with a past lover. 

"She left me — I loved her for years  and years  and then she came back and I couldn't help but believe her when she said things were better than they actually were," Sasha watched Damon as she hesitantly lifted a hand to rest on the man's shoulder and his hands fell into his lap. After a long moment, his eyes moved to hers — and then she saw it. For the first time, at least that she had ever seen... he was crying. Her heart sped up even further. "I was stupid to ever think that things with her were or would b

Damon could have groaned, himself, as he found a pair of slender hands gripping his shoulders eagerly and he found the skin beneath her underwear... the warmth. Sasha closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she felt his fingertips inch towards the very centre so pained with anticipation—"Why lie about something so stupid?" And then her breathing hitched as a finger inched inside of her rather slowly and she wished so dearly she could squirm out of her jeans and ride his hand. But she couldn't. She was meant to be angry with him. 

“I was bailing James out of jail for a DUI,” She spoke quickly in a way she’d hoped would leave emphasis on the boy’s now not-so-clean criminal record rather than how she came upon the money she’d used. For the most part, it seemed to have worked.Damon, as he spoke, began to wave around the chopping knife rather threateningly to the boy who was, for once, nowhere to be seen. While his first instinct was to pick up the phone and organise the parent meeting that Sasha so dreaded, his only thought in the moment was exactly how much he