âHello. Thank you so much for giving me a ride. I know you probably had better things to do right now,â I say as I walk up to Kai. I stop a few feet away from him, not sure how to greet him. He smiles warm enough though so I donât feel too awkward. Then he finishes the distance between us and hugs me.
âHey. No problem, my girlfriend was in the mood for pizza anyways so we were on the road,â he tells me, pulling away. âYou got everything?â
âYes, thanks,â I tell him. Then we leave his home and walk towards his car. There are two people waiting already. One Asian woman, who I assume is Kaiâs girlfriend, is in the passenger seat, and a short-looking dude in the back.
âHi, Iâm Miyu. Itâs nice to meet you,â the girl says, turning her head to see me as I get in the car next to the guy. Sheâs so ridiculously beautiful I need to force my jaw not to drop. That long, straight hair with those striking, dark eyes. Agh! Chefâs kiss.
âFlorence. Pleasure is all mine,â I finally say.
âEasy, Florence. If you keep looking at my girl like that Iâm going to feel threatened. Iâll totally tell on you to Elija,â the guy exclaims humorously. Wait, his girl?
There must be a big question mark written all over my face since Kai laughs.
âWeâre poly, Flo. All three of us are in a relationship,â Elijaâs brother tells me.
âOh.â I laugh. âRight, sorry. Okay, go on,â I tell the other guy, who still hasnât introduced himself.
âIâm Alejandro and Iâll be seriously offended if you donât gape at me like you did Miyu. Obviously, Iâm the most beautiful in this relationship,â he announces before laughing it off. âJust kidding.â
I decide Kaiâs one lucky dude for scoring not one but two funny and attractive people. Not that I can complain, of course. No one comes even close to my boy.
As the ride goes on, I learn enough things to make my head swim. For one, Iâm told Alejandro is Mexican and has only been in the US for about ten years. Miyu is from Japan though she was born and raised here.
I also get to know my boyfriendâs brother a bit better. He works halftime as a swimming coach at a college nearby, which explains the shape heâs in. On the days heâs not there, he works as a barista. Itâs quite impressive.
Between Kaiâs sweetness, Miyuâs sass, and Alejandroâs sarcastic jokes, I completely forget to worry about what awaits me at home. Only when we stop in front of my driveway does the laughter die on my lips.
The car goes silent the longer I stay frozen in my seat and although I can feel three sets of curious eyes on me, I canât seem to muster up a smile.
âAre you hungry? Weâre going for pizza, if you feel like it,â Alejandro finally breaks the silence as well as the spell I was under.
âI should really get home but thanks for offering,â I tell him before finally getting out. Iâm not about to crash their date. Nope. Though I donât doubt they could make it possible for me to stomach some pizza. Theyâre really awesome.
Now, back to my task. I force my feet to keep going forward until I reach my front door. Aware of the car that hasnât gone away yet, I wave at them and enter my home.
The house feels cold and dead, more so than usual now that Iâve spent thirty minutes in a stuffy car with lively people.
âHello? Iâm home,â I announce, trying to keep my voice even.
I hear a sound from the kitchen and decide to follow it. Even as everything in me tells me not to. As expected, both my parents are sitting at the kitchen table. My mom seems to be cooking dinner while my dadâs on his phone. Both of them look up at me indifferently before returning their attention to their tasks as if I werenât here at all.
âI think we should talk,â I finally say, gathering all my courage. My mom looks up, arching an eyebrow to tell me to go on. âAbout what happened the last time I saw you. I get that you mustâve been worried after not finding me at home and that combined with the long travel back wasnât a good mix. Things were said and done that werenât supposed to. Still, I think weâve reached a point where we should talk about what happened.â
My mother sighs and her shoulders drop a tad. I canât believe it. My mom actually looks human.
âYouâre right, Sweetie. I am so sorry about that night, thereâs really no excuse. It wonât happen again, that I can promise. Can you forgive me?â she asks. Thatâs not at all how I thought this conversation would go and itâs such a pleasant surprise I find myself nodding without questioning it.
We all make mistakes and if my mother says sheâs sorry, thatâs done. What good would it do for me to hold it against her?
âJust one more thing. Has everything been alright at work? You two have seemed a bit off recently,â I add, hoping Iâm not crossing a line. Whatever this treaty is, it feels fragile.
âWe apologize for that. Workâs been stressful and you havenât been around as much lately. I guess itâs hard for us to see our little girl grow up, isnât it, Barb,â my dad says.
âAbsolutely. Now, tell us about that boy, why donât you? I hope itâs alright for me to assume you have a boyfriend,â my mother replies. I beam at that.
âI do. His name is Elija and he goes to school with me. You donât have to worry, he treats me really well, heâs always respectful, not to mention insanely talented. He makes me happy,â I tell them shily. Talking about my crushes or in this case partner to my parents? Thatâs a first. They donât usually ask me about my life other than school.
âThat sounds lovely. Why donât you invite him over for dinner soon? Seeing as you know his parents, itâs only fair,â my mom says, her cheeks rosy as she smiles at me.
âReally? I mean, of course. Iâd love that. He just got injured though so it might take a few more days until we can do it. Is that alright?â I ask excitedly.
âOf course. How does Saturday sound? That way he has three more days to recover,â my dad proposes.
âIâll ask him. Thank you two so much, youâre the best!â I tell them before hurrying off into my room. I quickly call Elija to tell him the great news.
âHi. Did you do it already? Howâd it go?â he asks quickly.
âI did it!â I squeal before pulling myself together. âIt went so much better than expected. They apologized for their behavior and that night specifically. Then they even asked about you and guess what. Theyâd like to meet you!â I announce.
When heâs quiet for multiple beats, my excitement dies down a bit. âWhatâs wrong? Why arenât you saying anything? Do you not want to meet them? I can tell them youâre busy,â I say slowly. Truth is, Iâd hate that. For once, my parents want to be part of something I care about, and canceling that would hurt. Still, if Elija doesnât feel up for it, I wonât force him.
âNo, itâs not that. Just,â he trails off and I hear him sigh. âThatâs it? They apologized and everything is fine again?â he asks.
âWhat do you mean? They said it wonât happen again, Elija. What do you want me to do, hold a grudge forever? Everyone makes mistakes.â
âNot everyone hits their kids though, Florence. I just think you should be a bit more cautious. You put your heart into everything you do and itâs one of your best traits but this once, I think you should protect yourself. Iâm not telling you to stay mad at them. If you believe their words were sincere, thatâs great. But be careful before trusting them blindly,â he tries to reason. Somehow, it makes me mad.
Why canât he be happy for me? Share my enthusiasm instead of warning me from my own parents.
âWhat youâre saying might make sense to you but I know my parents. They were different tonight, more sincere than Iâve seen them since my aunt passed away. Just tell me if you have time this Saturday evening. If you donât want to, thatâs fine too. We donât have to rush anything,â I assure him.
âIf you say so. Yeah, Saturday is fine and of course, Iâll be there. Iâll always be there when you want me to. How long until you realize you have me wrapped around your finger, Florence?â He chuckles.
âI do?â I ask, a slow smile spreading over my lips.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he breathes out. Damn, that has no business being this hot.
âFor the records, so do you. Me,â I stumble over my words. Agh, shoot me. Seriously, I get a little flustered and become a babbling idiot. Elija must find me very amusing since I can hear him laugh. One good thing to it, at least.
âI do you?â he teases me.
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it. But I mean, I wouldnât say no to that either,â I say, suddenly shy. Is it okay for me to say something like that?
âFuck,â Elija groans. âDonât say that when Iâm so far away from you.â Oh?
âWhy? Am I turning you on? Is your mind torturing you with memories of the last time? Memories of how good I felt stretched around you?â I ask him even as my cheeks burn up. This is way out of my comfort zone and Iâm not sure this is a good idea. Especially since Iâm only calling those memories up myself.
âFlorence, I swear to god Iâll-â I cut him off, fueled by the heat in his voice.
âYouâll what? Come over here and fuck me until I canât walk straight for a week? Please do,â I tell him though Iâm not sure Iâm playing anymore. The words sound too natural on my lips.
My boyfriend groans again, making me smile. âAre you hard?â I ask.
âYes,â he replies honestly. âBut only because I know youâre wet. The things you said turned you on just as much as they did me. You like teasing me.â
Oh damn. Yeah, heâs not wrong.