“Fine, feed me if you must, but then I wanna hear what’s on your mind. Good or bad.”
I shouldn’t have kissed her.Then again, she kissed me back, so what does that mean exactly? And it wasn’t even a kiss, more a tiny, quick peck… Am I confusing things? Blurring the lines?
Maybe.
I open my mouth to ask, but my phone beeps. It’s my mom. I don’t click open the message, choosing to reply later. Instead, I watch my girl plate up a bowl of the casserole she made just for me, and a few minutes later I’m scoffing it down like it’s my last meal. “So good,” I murmur.
She laughs. “You’re just saying that because you’re hungry.”
“I swear I’m not. You know, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?”
“I think I’ll have to practice a few more recipes before I can lay claim to that.”
I laugh and almost slip and tell her she already has a piece of my heart. Well, a good chunk of it. The good parts, anyway.
After I’m done, she clears away my bowl and fork and washes it up in the sink, dries it and puts it away.
“So, I guess you’ll be goin’ to bed soon?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I usually stay up late. You should probably get some rest.”
“Are you kickin’ me out?”
“No, of course not. We can watch some TV for a while if you want?”
I don’t want to go right now, so I nod and we move to the couch. It’s plush and comfortable, and I’m glad when I lay down, Nova sits close to me. I don’t want it to be awkward with us, but I’m sensing something has shifted, call it a vibe. Still, I pat my chest. “Wanna snuggle?”
She smiles, “Yes.” And slides over to lie in front of me as I drape the blanket over us.
We’ve laid like this a few times, but for some reason tonight it feels different. We’ve both said some hard truths, and it’s the first time she’s ever talked about her mom.
She channel surfs while I try my best not to notice the scent of her shampoo. It smells like bubblegum, or something sweet. “Wanna watch something scary, or lighthearted?”
“You pick.” Personally, I’m not a fan of scary movies or those real life murder documentaries. There’s already enough shit going on in the world to relive that, but I know people find it fascinating. I don’t care because I could fall asleep blissfully right now. I’m that content.
She settles on a Netflix comedy and we settle in. “Shoot, I should’ve got the Tiramisu,” she says, annoyance in her tone.
“We can have some in a while,” I say.
She shifts, snuggling farther under the blanket, and her ass brushes against my cock.Holy fuck.
Well, if I’m honest, I’ve been hard since she started cleaning my cuts earlier.
“Don’t think you’re gonna get out of talkin’ to me about what you didn’t say before,” I remind her.
“Urgh, why are you so annoying? You’re just like my cousins. Maybe their influence is rubbing off on you?”
“Hey, I’m not as bad as those heathens!”
Her body shakes from her laughter. “Right, you’re worse.”
I bump her with my hips without thinking, wrong move, but there’s enough material between us for her hopefully not to notice. “Very funny.”
“I was thinking how sweet it was of you to do what you did, as much as it annoyed me, you put yourself in harm’s way.”
“See, you won’t let it go.”
“Iamletting it go, you’re the one who said to tell you what’s on my mind.”